Well, what to write. I’m told when a person has writer’s block that you should just write and see what comes of it. Write about something you know. Since, like Pooh, I’m a bear of very little brain, that’s hard. Think. Think. Think.
Thinking is overrated. Feelings. Intuition. That’s where it’s at. Our brains get us into more trouble than they’re worth. Most times.
We analyze. Then analyze again. Then over analyze. The good things in life come from the gut. Or the heart. Or the soul. But not the brain.
I read recently (In a comic strip, actually. How shiny is that!) that yawning is used by humans to cool an overheated brain. Kind of a brain radiator system. Maybe thinkers yawn more than the less brain-endowed of us.
Well. This isn’t working. This is boring (yawn).
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.