Thinking Spot

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Hi,

I'm sorry but I was very overwhelmed by the presentation and exhausted by the excessive descriptiveness.

It read much more like an excerpt out of a novel.

However, I think it said a lot without really saying too much at all.

I think you can definitely work with the idea of a thinking spot, talking to self and God (and I'm assuming a deceased parent) but maybe there is some meat in what you talk to them about that you do not divulge to the reader?

Best

Thinking Spot

In darkness, I walk the path presses down, created by the  back and forth of my numerous footsteps before. Surrounded by the forest and the darker shadows cast, my feet walk forward fully aware where each step should go without the need of sight. The moonlight frost is brighter ahead where the path opens to planted fields and my eyes adjust to a lighter shade of night. I walk the edges quietly to the lone dying oak, looking into the sky, it’s leafless branches silhouetted by the moon seem to clutch around me. Finding my usual seat, a large exposed root, it’s bark worn and smoother caused by the wet stone of numerous sittings before. This is my thinking spot, the place where questions are asked, memories summoned and the universe becomes a wishing well.


The river breezes over the numerous shaped rocks where depths become shallows, the flows seeking each crevice for the path of least resistance. Like human breath on an instrument the rapids perform their symphony of fluid notes.  I hear the sounds of footprints being made in sandbars by nocturnal creatures.  The crickets and frogs sing bass and tenor in perfect harmony.  The wheat field becomes the dance floor for the fireflies above, egos flashing bright, calling lovers to the mating waltz.

Above, the moon is waxing crescent and endless stars shimmer tones of brightness.  The commercial planes fly in the lower reaches of the stratosphere, mostly north and south, but high enough they cannot be heard. Their numerous lights echo into the clouds colors of red and green.  

I sit in darkness to ponder.  I should find peace here, but my mind comes alive with awe and wonder. A thousand questions arise!  Often I can find no answers, just the burdens of secrets and mysteries.  I have now decided in this moment it's better to hush thoughts, rather enjoy not all the events that led to this moment, but the moment itself. That moment when my thinking spot becomes  holy ground and tears are allowed to flow.

Often without thinking, I still find myself talking to the heavens, sometimes to a God I'm unsure about, but mostly to my Mom. I don't allow divine claim on what's real or not, but I so enjoy the conversations.