My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. |
| We have a new neighbor, a young mother of a three-year-old daughter (I'm guessing the age). The other day, she walked over to introduce herself and her daughter when my wife and I returned from some shopping. The mother seems nice, and I was impressed that she came over to introduce herself and her little girl. The girl is shy and didn't do much except hide behind her mom's leg. But, she did say that it's almost Christmas and she wanted Santa to bring her an iPhone. I found my mind wandering (it often takes off on its own) to a time far removed. Instead of a little girl asking for an iPhone, I saw a little boy asking for a Slinky. I also received a Viewmaster and some assorted viewing discs, clothing, and an assortment of other toys, I'm sure. Sure, a bit over half a century has passed, and with it, something extremely valuable has passed by as well. Imagination! Back then, I could use my imagination to create whole worlds. I didn't need something to entertain me; I could entertain myself with the simplest of toys. Likewise, my love of reading developed as a direct result of my imagination, of reading another person's story while using my imagination to create my very own version of what was described in print, and to be able to transport myself into the story; to not just read it, to be there and to live it. Do children still have that ability? I say yes, it's still alive nd well in the minds of the young. But, it begins to go dormant as soon as gadgets like cell phones, tablets, and movies take the place of using one's own imagination. Does anyone else still look up at the clouds and see the many different shapes that drift across our sky? |