A Still Magic

I enjoy thinking. I know people are always adding "new" dimensions to life but you could almost call thinking yet another dimension. I notice that when I truly think about something it usually gives the task more meaning, or I accomplish that task differently. That's a fifth of the reason why my blog has the name A Thought Observed. But I'll get to that later... So why the picture of a guitar? Well oddly enough I noticed that whenever I play my guitar I start to think. Not just mindless wandering through the expanse that has made up my life but very rational thinking that--it's hard to describe--almost flows. I remember events with almost a reverence--yet that is still the wrong word. I can be sitting there with my guitar in hand and my mind will not be with me but I will still be with my mind. It is truly a beautiful moment in my life when I can just stop, pull our my guitar, and lapse back in to the past with a clarity of a smooth stream that you can make out each the scales on every fish. I am almost in, in, in......--I'll call it Stream--Stream even when I am focused on singing while playing the guitar. But not quite. Stream is a place that I have also achieved elsewhere. Specifically when I went out side during a snow storm and was enveloped into the silence. I suppose there is almost a magic that has to bring you to a place like the Stream. You almost have to have your heart stilled to follow the insistent beckoning of your mind to the place of clarity. There are very few things that can compare to deep thought and the knowledge that God is right here. Always. So the next snow storm or clear night (The stars can have the same effect), I'm not going to be here: I'm going to be silently staring at that magic that will bring me to my Stream.

~TDH

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