Clean Windows and Bright Thoughts

In the westward window hang colored glass crystals with cacti beneath. Hopefully not a bad omen for the day.

Light streams in the brightly scrubbed glass I cleaned this morning. It makes a person wonder in that fraction of brightness why any darkness could exist. But that is momentous. Life happens and darkness wins sometimes. But the light returns with the hope of a new day.

My morning walks bring clarity to my days. I am covered with the bright shadows of tree silhouettes, shedding my thoughts away in the aftermath of their shadows. Rich shades of green surround me in the forest where I see a deer gracefully arch over a weathered barbed wire fence.

Gingerly walking through the woods light streams in through the dappled treetops. Creating a canopy of thought. A sky of reason. An abundance of possibilities all intertwined in one branch. My mind wanders as my shoe catches on a broken limb. Trees remind me of many things in this life.

As I see it, the brain is much like a tree. The branches, or thoughts stretching out and interlacing, brightening with green leaves and throwing shadows. With a breaking storm, some branches stay strong: some break. After a furious storm, only the strongest branches will remain.

What are your strongest branches?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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