Contemplating the spark of first morning thought. Perhaps you relate to that glimmer when the world is a bit surreal. Dreams allow our worries to escape from the day before. I believe that is a gift to make way for new ideas to be born.
The Early Morning Mindscape
The synapses in my brain fire in disordered neuro-charges. I’m drifting between thoughts of hazy half imaginations. The cascade of pictures float to my left and to my right. Fragmented morning light slips through my squinting eyes. The dry wind blows upon my face and I look across the horizon. The sun is setting, no it’s rising to bring new migrations of thoughts from front to back and there before my eyes in crystal vases. No, it is not yet clear, am I even awake? Ah yes I see the blurring vision begin to take some shape. Language yet to speak, logic only in bits and parts. I gather escaping thoughts as they race into the early morning shadows. That thought, that thought it settles in and all others gather to bow-down. Upon the waking I now hold this gift of my surmising. I didn’t look for it but to me its master found.
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Hey! I love the new look of your blog and that ‘listen now’ function is amazing.
I always get my best ideas in the limbo state as well – just before waking up or just before sleeping.
I think because we let go of our brains and thoughts escape in a wonderful mesh
Random, Thanks for the comment about the new design. I am too much of a perfectionist to ever be satisfied, but hearing back from folks is confirming. I really appreciate it. Yes, ideas are something that are elusive and seem to just happen, though I know there is more to it. Still that late night and early morning space seems to be unique.
Not quite the way I felt at some point early this morning when I had to practically peel my eyeballs off the inside of my eye lids. Now, that was an interesting experience. But your words remind me of sitting on the front lawn at our old house, late in the afternoon out on the grass with the sun setting to my left. With eyes closed, and “looking” through my lids, the orange glow was amazing. So relaxing. Very. I used to take my notebook out there to try and capture my thoughts. Interesting things would come up, and later, while going through my notebook, I’d marvel over the words, almost not recognizing that they had come from me. Strange. That doesn’t quite work with a computer…Maybe I need to work those phases of reverie back into my life.
Kelly,
Yes, it’s strange isn’t it in what fashion inspiration comes to us. I’ve gotten so accustomed to the keyboard and screen that I flesh things out best by typing. My range of emotion, thought and perspective is so fluctuating throughout my day. I certainly have mornings like those, heck weeks like those where I’m in a fog. Then every once in a while great clarity sets in. Marvellous isn’t it. “Phases of reverie”, I think we could all use those on a regular basis.