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A PIECE OF MY MIND

 


 At times, the screen is the best medicine. Muscles and mind benefit. It nourishes my mind and helps me stretch my sinews as I check on the steps covered in the day.

 

A screen anchors my biorhythm these days. I hibernate with it in winter months, snuggle up with it during warm stays at home, and let in family and friends to look over at my screen to see what is new. It is an oasis in my ecosystem and the brain where activity continues to pile up.

 

I started, why? I do not remember. During COVID-19, I got on as if it was business. I found sleep impossible with the sun rising, so I looked for something to do that was not mentally demanding.

 

Since then, whether walking or talking, I have thought of words to put down. Experiences primarily - humour and torment occasionally - have found their way in. I prefer the regimen of small doses, few words, new ideas, and bursts of creativity. 

 

A brazen thought – should I share my experiences? - emerged in a corner of my brain years ago, expanding without a care for others’ opinions. As the thought took hold of my mind, I grew aware of the rich web of communication technologies through which I could disseminate the thoughts of my humming mind. Fascinating. 

 

I shunned all conversations. “If I won’t converse, neither will anyone else.” So, I scribbled onto my screen, warding off judgments and criticisms. 

 

Over the years, what began as monochrome has unexpectedly become a colourful, textured mosaic.

 

As I plant the seeds of words in the rugged landscape, my siblings and children help to weed the harvest of my words. Like worms or pollinators, they strike out or add words. I feel humility when I reflect on my interdependence with my ecosystem.

 

A power loss disrupts my small screen. I switch to an alternative to ward off my disconnection, watching this tiny note become an article.

 


Comments

  1. AnonymousJanuary 8, 2024 at 8:41 AM

    Lovely! Beautiful mind!

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 27, 2024 at 11:56 AM

    Awesomely creative and emotional expression, passion for writing. My best wishes.

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 27, 2024 at 12:10 PM

    Great write up. Stay blessed.

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 27, 2024 at 3:10 PM

    Very creative writing

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  5. AnonymousJanuary 27, 2024 at 3:33 PM

    Creative write-up

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 28, 2024 at 6:36 PM

    Very interesting

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