Brilliant, happy thoughts seem strange and unusual when they first appear in consciousness.
As an artist this is a subject I delve on frequently and have even discussed at great length. Our thoughts comprising of our world, and that of our minds.
If we spend 95% of the time thinking about the same 65,000 thoughts a day…what does that say about my soaked mind?
I’m chatty, creative and have difficulty keeping my thoughts in order. Ideas blend into others, thought colors creating explosions of story on a constant basis. Am I day dreaming when I’m drifting on to Pangaea and chasing Aurora across a frozen tundra, her thundering south with Orcs on her trail? Am I day dreaming my own escape, or am I seeing a place not so different than our own world? One with multiple suns, mini moons and a large dying purple dwarf star?
Is my farming my steps to meditation where my thoughts grow as my seedlings do?