A car idling, is never really "idle..." External stimuli, anticipating your needs and responses. Or driven by the need to say, to render and present. I'm often driven by these forces and more. There is the "unseen hand," either turning my attention, redirecting, allowing the hurt of others (how is it I can feel the pain a friend experiences hundreds of miles away, without a word?) the smile of a child or feel of fabric, to catch my attention.
There's a world spinning, changing, unfolding like the blooms of a flower, day-by-day! The sound of a tune I haven't heard in years comes to mind and I'm quietly humming it and smiling. A beautiful woman standing at the door of the train and smiling at me; all parts of a intricate puzzle, a woven tapestry, a story with no end or beginning...
There are times when I sit in this room and consider the possibilities. There are times when I write and write and write. Sometimes while sitting at work, actively testing, I have to scramble for paper and pen, or open a new document to ensure I get this latest thought. Electronic sketchpad or old fashioned paper to document this concept, the shape of a nose or the gleam in an eye...
...the gears are moving, always!
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