It’s peculiar, though. I never feel I’m in a vacuum. I feel and believe that thought has substance, and that I’m somehow linked to others’ thoughts, even when I’m alone. This morning as I read, coffee mug in hand, journal and pen close by, I jotted these notes: Language of words is a gift to us to communicate among us. But when left to myself, my thinking, my hopes and goals and prayers, all of these are non-verbal. Words sometimes result, but most of the time I’m flitting visually, spiritually, across vast chunks of both space and time. Trying to see what I want to see, to visualize what is good and uplifting and able to grow me as a person.

Before you think I’m nuts, when I was a little girl, I wanted so badly to learn to swim, yet I was deathly afraid to try. (My mom was terrified of water, so she never once took us to a pool.) We had a community pool where school friends met in the summer to play. I was the only one left in the shallow end, and I determined I would not go another season unable. I went to bed each night and pictured myself floating — how would it feel to take my feet off the floor of the pool? I progressed from seeing me to feeling the experience, and within two days I was swimming in the deep end as if I’d been doing it all my life.

Now I have no idea whatsoever if this is even in line with your post — you’ve gone beyond me with the hypnosis thing. But this is what you triggered in my thinking. This is an example of, not what I thought, but how I thought it. Albeit elementary.

Feel free to delete this if I’m way off-base.

Barb

By the way, it doesn’t seem to have been attached to my new Digg account. I am shown as having been dugg by nobody. Is this right?

Anita

Well for me, being an artist since the crib, visual thinking is where it’s at!

It wasn’t until I became a freshman in high school where art class was an elective course and not full credit at that, that I realized that the whole class was not interested in making pictures. Up until that time everyone went to the required art class once a week. But once we had the choice only a few of us signed up.

Your post brings up many thoughts – enough to write a whole book about but for now – back to my own overdue posts.