I get a kick out of noticing how my mind leaps and connects and storify-zes. That’s its job. A lot of the time I can just observe it and be entertained by it. Some times it whips a bag over my head and hoists me on to a ship headed out to”here there be dragons” territory in just an instant. Maybe 60/40… maybe 70/30 on a good week.
This week on my walk and dropping off library books early in the morning, I noticed something shiny in the parking lot ahead of me.
When I got right up on it I thought:
looks like a wing
has venation like insect wings
maybe fairy wings
a fairy lost a wing
if a fairy’s wings get knocked off they plastify without the fairy magic
then the wing got driven over by a laughing teenager with the music too loud
fairy wings grow back, but they’re grounded until then
See? Very Entertaining. At some point I went back to breath meditation….