Mindchatter.
Like when my mind is replaying what I've said or written to someone, or what they've said or written to me, or repeating something I told myself an hour ago, or a week ago, or maybe twenty thirty forty years ago, as if I needed reminding even if it was chatter then and still is chatter now.
Mindchatter when the replay/repeat button in my head is on all the time. Except when I turn it off.
Which is when I'm asleep, or reading, or engaged in demanding physical activity (pleasureable or not) or...this is the big OR...when my mind is free of chatter and I allow it to be the tool which it is, an instrument whose function is to make something, create something.
Mindchatter is the spanner in the works. The blunting of the tool. The rust, the dust, the mildew, the mould.
Which is when I'm asleep, or reading, or engaged in demanding physical activity (pleasureable or not) or...this is the big OR...when my mind is free of chatter and I allow it to be the tool which it is, an instrument whose function is to make something, create something.
Mindchatter is the spanner in the works. The blunting of the tool. The rust, the dust, the mildew, the mould.
1 comment:
Oh, you and me both!
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