There's beauty in the chaos of unbridled free association. I know it has its criticisms in psychotherapy circles, but it seems to work well for me.
My skies are about to get really, really cold and snowy. Please send sunshine.
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I think things get untangled well, at least sometimes, with free association. I thought of it tonight while looking at my dining room. I hung up ancestral pictures in maybe not the most attractive way, and put them next to a clock. In retrospect that symbol is obvious. At the moment I was just doing. It took rambling thoughts to point it out.
I say this like all our actions are so meaningful, while I look at my stupidly blinking Christmas tree. The children were about to break the attic door down if we didn't go ahead and decorate. And you know what the stupidest invention, which I blame us Americans on, is? The pre-lit Christmas tree. Christmas lights are such reliable inventions - they never fail - why not sear them to the tree? Billiant. The middle of the tree failed, and so I threw the only lights I had on hand in the middle of it - hyperactive hysterical blinking lights that quite literally blink every second. I feel like they are trying to be in sync with my heart, and that it going to cause an arrythmia. Anyway...clearly not all our actions are worthy of thought, which was the point of this long paragraph.
Apparently we are doing this El Nino thing...so I have limited sun to spare. You don't need my sun anyway - I believe those cold mountains speak to you.
My solution to problems with Christmas trees is to just never have a Christmas tree. I do keep string lights in my room 24/7/365, though. I'm not sure if this is meaningful in any way.
You know if you look at it with your head turned sideways, the positive space in between is the shape of a Christmas tree. So you have a Christmas tree year-round. I had no idea you were the sort to be so deep in the Christmas spirit ;)
Bollocks, you're right! All this time I thought I hated Christmas, but maybe I'm not a scrooge after all.