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.
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