My Thots

Someone once asked me why I couldn’t be more like my writing. I have thought about this off and on for a long time.

My writing is the best part of me. By the time I write My Thots I have condensed thoughts, feelings and observations into sentences and words run through the filter of what I want and try to be.

If I were the earth, the polar ice caps would be My Thots. The rest of me is a work in progress, still ebbing and flowing, still erupting now and then, still smoothing out mountains and trying to grow forests.

Hmmmm….now I think about it, the polar ice caps are also melting….

Back to the point, My Thots are just little gelled parts of me that you read. And here is the next point. You are the reader, so no matter what I say, or how hard I try to be succinct and clear, you still have to digest my words within your own framework of experiences. When I touch on certain chords, you may hear Beethoven, or Sting, or whatever moves you most.

I am a fairly volatile creature trying to learn to be peaceful as I walk along this Way, which may explain why I need to live alone. I love so deeply and want so much that I am constantly putting those I love the most up on pedestals as I interpret their beings within the scope of my own experiences.