I have a million ideas, possibly a million and one. My mind is full of book titles and plans for projects yet to be launched. Actually, I would say it’s not just full but overloaded.
The buzz in my head and resulting disorientation reminds me of some racing pigeons I read about in the Baltimore Sun years ago that got completely confused trying to make their way past Washington, DC. Distracted by all the cues and false clues, they ended up everywhere and anywhere but home. I’m thinking their circuits got jammed. I can relate.
So my latest brilliant idea is simply to bring it all home and work out from there. Tags and topics to include: Finding Your Way Back Home, Live Like You Belong, What Planet Are You From?, Wild Gardens, Real Places, Signs of Home… Should be fun.
I write about landscape, mostly. And gardens. Oh, and numerology. Each post here is potentially a part of some work in progress. Some ideas I explore at blueplusgreen.com. If I seem unpredictably absent here, I’m immersed over there.
I do have a couple of writing projects in the works. Actually, I have a few, which is probably a couple too many, but I’m not going to worry about that right now. I’m enjoying myself.
following only the clues,
jeri lynn
You cannot follow another’s footsteps to the truth,” Silette wrote. “A hand can point a way. But the hand is not the teaching. The finger that points the way is not the way. The mystery is a pathless land, and each detective must cut her own trail through a cruel territory.”
Believe nothing. Question everything. Follow only the clues.
from Claire DeWitt and The City of the Dead, by Sara Gran
