Crows

Our minds are like crows.  They pick up everything that glitters, no matter how uncomfortable our nests get with all that metal in them.
~ thomas merton

This is a metaphor that I’m fairly certain was written about ME.

My head space is much akin to Grand Central Station.  Both purposeful and random thoughts coming and going twenty-four hours a day.  Sometimes passing fluidly.  Flowing beautifully.  Sometimes colliding with one another.  Inconvenient and messy.

I’m pretty certain that even during sleep the process continues on the subconscious level.  Because I wake up with my head just as full and engaged as it was the night before when my head hit the pillow.

Wish there were an anti-biotic for that kind of congestion.