As the sun rose and the darkness faded, the sky took on a burnished amber hue.
Birds started to welcome the dawn with the melody of their chorus.
I breathed in the sharp crispness of the morning air and looked up, a few wispy clouds hung motionless in the stratosphere.
It was such a fresh, bright morning. I predictably recalled the hymn ‘Morning has broken’; in this instance, my mind heard it being sung by Cat Stevens. I half-consciously found myself humming along, out of tune of course.
This was soon followed by the voice of Bob Marley and ‘Three little birds’. I smiled inwardly as I realised both these voices were inside my head.
However, the realisation itself began another thought process… I wondered why on earth we become so full of angst when someone admits to hearing voices in their own minds, or indeed fearful if they inhabit our own?
This morning, as the sun rose higher and the amber tones dissipated to reveal an azure blue sky, I found I was comforted by the voices in my head, the voices I heard singing to me.
Regardless of the scientific, cognitive or physiological explanations, of which I do not give one iota of ‘care’ for, I was quite amused by my own insight of this experience
As a writer, I constantly think of ‘Funny things that make me laugh’ (Re- ‘Arthur’ aka Dudley Moore’.) I hope you have seen that film?
Anyway, this was one of those times, when even lateral thinking was unable to keep up with the speed of the random leaping of my thoughts. I have coined a personal term for this, I refer to it as ‘Geometric Surging’.
I love it because this is where all the oddball, wild, whacky and seemingly unconnected notions, concepts, opinions and theories I have somehow find common ground, which allows them to become authentic and viable concepts.
This is one state of mind where many of my inspirational stimuli collected from far and wide, many over long periods of time, meld into solid ideas.
All I need is a moment of ambience, an atmosphere which can induce the right frame of mind.
Today, it was watching the sunrise.
Thanks for reading this Rambling
Paul.
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Ramblings from a Writer's Mind 
Lovely picture! An inspiration in itself. Regarding those geometric surging ideas, do you hasten to write them down? I find thoughts that bounce around and link up in ways without logic to be slippery things that quickly disappear, leaving only a faint residue of their wonderfulness.
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What do you do when you are caught between the moon and new york city!
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Love it 🙂
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I write some down, Audrey, but like you said they can be slippery, like a handful of elver!
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Love the flow of it.
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Thanks 🙂
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I love your walk and ramblings in the fresh, magical morning. I know that a writer’s flexible, restless, creative mind has many voices that speak, sing, react, even quarrel sometimes. Music seems to hold a special key in boosting creativity. My mind sings on its own, sometimes while I sleep or I wake up with a sentence I want to write down ;).
I love this: “Anyway, this was one of those times, when even lateral thinking was unable to keep up with the speed of the random leaping of my thoughts. I have coined a personal term for this, I refer to it as ‘Geometric Surging’.” The high mathematics of creativity.
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Yes indeed.
Lateral thinking is so last season, don’t you think!
lamo
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