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Fuzzy Brain
I just wrote several paragraphs on the subject of me making up a new word: ponderable. Actually, it’s already a word, but used only as an adjective. I wanted to make it into a noun.
Don’t ask me why. I can’t really answer, except for the fact that I’m tired. I think perhaps the tree buds bursting forth and coating everything with a slightly yellow-green coating of pollen (that almost looks like peach fuzz) has caused me to contract a touch of ‘fuzzy brain.’
Details Deferred
I would like to share more with you about my experiences yesterday, starting with those creatures who ‘visited’ me while I sat beside the creek, and the significance I read into each of those amazing moments. But I fear I’m going to have to defer to the effects of fuzzy brain syndrome.
Perhaps I need to attempt to write my posts earlier in the evening, at least during allergy season.
It’s interesting to see how variables we’re not even expecting to hold sway over us suddenly do.
Complications of Context
Part of the reason fuzzy brain may be having an impact is because the events of yesterday are not simply relayed seriatim. No, their import cannot be fully realized without some context, which thus necessitates further explication of events that took place some weeks ago.
And just in writing that, I see for myself why I simply cannot muster the necessary mojo, as it were, to begin this process.
Wow.
That’s a lot of words to say I’m not going to write a lot of words tonight.
Don’t Forget the New Moon – and the Seeds of Your Intentions
In closing, I’m going to simply remind you that we’re enjoying a day of a powerful new moon in Aries. It sounds as though this particular new moon is readying to shoot us forward into our futures like a slingshot.
As with any powerful surge forward, probably the best we can do is point ourselves in the direction of where we hope to go. Setting intentions, planting seeds, opening our minds to perhaps doing things in new ways than we’ve ever done them before are all wonderful approaches to this ‘dark night’ – when the moon is fully obscured and we wait patiently another day or so to see the first tiny sliver of reflected sunlight begin again to illuminate the evening sky.
I can’t say where the clarity to write that paragraph came from. But I think I should leave well enough alone.
Sleep soundly, sow well, and dream your world into being!
(T-967)