Trinity wrote:I have struggled with an overactive mind most of my life, often I yearn for there to be a "blank" or "void". I remember sitting and watching a robin in the hedge once and envying it's lack of language-I constantly think in language. To be a creature that simply engages with and reacts to stimuli without a mental construct. How amazing it would be to just not have words forming, just to perceive something for what it is, maybe with accompanying emotions, but without a commentary. I have OCD though, so I guess my mind is always babbling-physiologically, my brain's wired to not shut out unnecessary/unwanted thoughts. Meditation does help with that, I've tried it, it simply comes down to, in my case, a difficulty with being patient enough to sit long enough for the effects of meditation to be realised.
My brain often likes to race through my past to dig up moments of shame or anger or both. Which pisses me right off.
It's a nice day, nothing's wrong, I'd be happy right now if it weren't for you, brain!
On the subject of language, I've been thinking that a lot lately, because my son's starting to become verbal (he's had some words for a while now, but he seems to be coming up on some sort of language breakthrough.)
And it's exciting. But I think of other parents I've known, talking about how they can't wait to hear what their child's been thinking, connecting with them in that way. And I feel strange about the fact that I feel like him talking might actually get in the way of our communication-- that there feels something very pure and direct about needing to watch him, read his face and his body language, and stay aware he's doing the same in reverse.
I know, we'll keep doing that. But... crap, how did I wind up quoting Gloria Estefan? The words get in the way.