It happened, this story evolving into what I call A Stream of Consciousness, because of a comment from Iva yesterday (thank you). And here just some practicing for some format options for my Loose Talking Pages which I will organize soon.
I am reconsidering how much dialogue might expand our vision and open our eyes. And how narrow we become by division. Not to mention how many images are forming from those words, stream of consciousness.
You miss the sea for it’s feeling of wholeness
When I’m at the sea I hug it for you
I love you
Stream of consciousness, river of dreams, pools of sorrow… just going with the flow here 😺
The liquid puzzle…
Hello, Jude. You’re particularly metaphysical today. You remind me of Castaneda. Carlos. But. I live in the real world. And I love the sea. I can see it every day. 🍀
I miss the sea.
I loved his books. Also Richard Brautigan. Sorry, kind of an off-topic comment.
off topic might expand a thought!
We should be embracing the power of diversity. Too many are fighting it.
Ultimately it will need to contain it all.
I love the beast flying out from behind the cloud….doing a Loop the Loop?! 💙
Streams of consciousness lead to some very interesting revelations.
They keep moving.
I am reading Margaret J. Wheatley right now. She talks about “islands of sanity” and so much of what you have listed out. Love your loose page. A little brainstorming…division is how we might share too. 🙂
Yes, division, yes, new eyes?
I feel like a stream of unconsciousness 😶🌫️
Laughing, I like that…
Cape Cod Bay was churning last night after a heavy rain. It seemed happy to be roiling the beach. The cool weather has scatter people off the beach today. One can hear the waves and the diverse songs of the area birds. Feel the breeze off the water, see the movement of the beach grass. Such times offer the solitude to reflect on how we are all connected. Water being our fundamental composition. How lovely it all is.
Thank you Jude & Iva for stirring my thoughts around this wonderful solitude & ability to share communally
I miss the sea.
Division is what defines the World around us. I believe that, when we die, it all becomes One.
Good reminder