A very wise man once said that God has given each one of us a “mind print”. This unique gift allows us to connect the world around us in such a way that each mind, just like each finger print is singular. I’m not sure just why my mind connects things the way it does, only that it does, and I just don’t question it, anymore. My darling husband of over 30 years has acclimated himself to the metaphoric ropes I throw out daily, connecting one seemingly non-related item to another. And so, I shall put these thoughts down. This is in part, a means of the preservation of my own musings. Once a thought has entered and banged around my mind awhile… bumping into my experiences, conversations, prayers and studies, I find that it will shortly fly out again, and I seem helpless to snatch it back. In fact, once I decided, at the urging of a friend, to establish this blog/ diary/ prayer log… (o.k., o.k., I don’t know what the heck this will turn out to be), ideas came fast and furious. I was, actually, paralyzed by the overwhelming pick I had of just what I wanted to say, first. My mistake was, of course, to wait these three days to begin. And now, my witty, succinct and amazing insights of the past seventy two hours are gone. Noooo they probably weren’t all that witty, succinct OR amazing, but it’s much kinder for me to think I lost something valuable, than to imagine that I spent the last seventy two hours thinking of the events around me, and having nothing to share with another making this journey with me. Whether my accounts are read or not, I shall have the satisfaction of knowing that I have recorded my mentations, and I shall be able to retrieve them.
