Harry Potter had the Talking Hat. I have the thinking broom. Well to be totally honest it is a Thinking Vacuum, not a broom. Although it could be a mop or a. scrub brush or even a weed whacker on those rare occasions I am working in my "garden" ( It's more like a boarder of weeds that fills 2 sides of my lanai.) What ever the "tool" of the day happens to be that is my thinking time.
I'm reading the latest book that my youngest child has just published. It is titled " Beyond The Gates of Eden". I am truly enjoying learning about this child of mine and his search for his identity. WHO KNEW all these things were swirling around in his head all those years that he has been alive. He writes about his search for self and where it has taken him. For what ever reason he only finds those hidden parts of himself when he is climbing a mountain in Tibet or running a 4 day race across the Sarah Desert. (That one will happen in November. I've already started praying.)
His book has got me thinking about how we find ourselves and the paths we take on that journey. Where are you when your thought process at its peak? Sitting on a beach in Florida? Tucked in a cozy cabin on a lake? Sitting on the toilet at two in the morning? We all have that time in our days when we are given the opportunity to search inside our psyche and evaluate the direction we are going.
Now I am not saying that we all DO that. Some people don't ever give it a thought. They live moment to moment, one foot in front of the other plodding through life day by day. No goals in sight, no question of "Is this all there is?" And those folks are happy with the status quo. But then there are people who are ALWAYS questioning and searching and thinking. It's that thinking part that will get you. It's times like when I am cleaning the bathtub that my mind starts clicking and thoughts start pouring in like a good Florida thunderstorm that can drown you in a matter of seconds. That's my brain when I'm doing some mindless task. I can hear the switch click on as my mind starts to rumble and shake. Oh Oh . . . watch out here comes Lord knows what.
If I am sitting on a beach or in a cabin in the woods my brain is content to just be quiet and at peace. It's happy, calm and content. But if I start to clean the house my brain apparently has a need to THINK. Not about what I am doing but think about everything and anything else other than cleaning.
Being an only child. I had A LOT of. time alone to think. But I always found something to occupy my mind rather than thinking about who I was and where I was headed. That is still true at 81. The one exception is when I wake up at three in the morning. What is it about the middle of the night that your brain WAKES UP !!? One minute. I'm sound asleep and the next minute I'm planning my 12 year old grand daughter's wedding. Makes NO sense at all. But I least I don't get up and start cleaning.
