The Blog List

I couldn’t help but to laugh at myself when I realized that a flicker of excitement flashed through my body at the revelation that I need to create a blog list. You know. Items that I’d like to blog about that I may forget wanting to blog about if I don’t put them on a list.

Ah, lists. Continually infatuating me with their alluringly reliable format.

I like lists. I always have. I must embarrassingly admit that I am one of those people who truly enjoys going to Office Depot. I really, really find happiness within the process of organizing information, categorizing thoughts. (This allows me the freedom to paint with words.)

I think I’m finally beginning to understand how my left-brain acts as a support system for the right. Organizing information in a literal manner and storing it in a tangible ‘thought box’ (not to be confused with ‘lock box’) allows me to then explore that space (and its contents) in new and invigorating ways.

As a communicator, I like gathering different wavelengths of data, shaking them up like a snow globe and then sitting back and watching as the fragments float back down to Earth. Gliding across the skating rink, paintbrush in hand, I retrieve the shattered fragments and begin to piece them back together. New wavelengths emerge, similar in content, but dancing to a slightly different cadence.

And sometimes while swimming within the brush-strokes, I forget exactly what it is that I am painting.

Lists serve as my guides, my maps. Reminders that, although I may not know my final destination, somewhere along the road Higher Self told me I want to be exploring ‘this way’.

Note to self: maybe I should create a list about figuring out how to survive or how to fit it or how to…..

No, I like the blog list better.

I have no idea if these blogs will lead to anything more or anything less. But intuition kept tapping me on the shoulder until I finally responded.

Paintbrush clamped between my teeth, it feels good to be skating again. The words kick up at my heels as I sail across the ice. Gathering speed and strength, my legs pump harder.

Higher Self smiles from above watching as I repeatedly skate figure-eights across the rink of this plane.