6. Things to feel, and feels to thing.
A short poem or prose. I'm unsure which.
My mind today is like a butterfly, only looking for nectar.
My heart is asleep, weary of winter.
I, their parent, am awake. Vigilant and loving and thinking and doing…
As i am, i feel a slight nudge on the heart.
“Hey! wake up”, the nudger says, “for there are things to feel, and feels to thing”.
“That’s an odd phrase, feels to thing”, the heart thinks, “These words, they don’t make sense.”
But the heart in his slumber tries to make some nevertheless.
“Does it mean that i must objectify a feeling ? Or does it mean that when i feel something, then it becomes tangible ? there are things to feel and feels to thing, hmm”.
The nudger, the ever energetic mind, nudges again.
“Yes! do what you do so i can revel in your doing as i do what i”.
Her curiosity is voracious, but the heart is steadfast in his sleep. Nonchalantly napping through the allegory awakened by the weird phrase.
“I’ll wake up soon”, he mumbles. There indeed seem to be feels to thing, whatever that may mean. And the mind is satisfied, she has been promised her nectar for later and she must find some for now.
For my mind, she is a butterfly, only in search of nectar.
My heart is asleep, weary of world.
I, their parent, am awake. Vigilant and loving and thinking and doing…
I’ve been writing regularly in my journal, but not on here. I have a few things i have drafted but they need mechanical reorganization. And that is not a mode I’m in this week.
As i journal-ed this morning i noticed that i was not in touch with my emotions. Interestingly, the more I’ve written about the state, the more i can intentionally nudge it a few ways. And as i nudged it, the following tweet came up.
Actually the whole short story above came up but i only tweeted the first part.
But it wasn’t complete, i needed an image to go with it, so i tagged @Thinkwert for a suitable image and they delivered.
And at that point this post was complete. I genuinely am unsure if there’s much substance in the words, but it was a fun and lilting so i did it.
I nudge my mind and my heart more often these days, at least when i have the luxury to be so gentle. Other times i need a sledgehammer or one is wielded by the world for me.
Wielding sledgehammers. That sounds like a nudge into another discussion. Nudges are good, but sledgehammers are good too. But i think that’s for another time. For now, I’ll end this admittedly carb heavy post right here. There’s more substance in the works.
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