Imagination

The temperature in my house is a mere 63 degrees (fahrenheit). The skies have graced Toronto with another several inches of snow. Despite this, and the scarf wrapped around my head, while looking out of a window in my basement, I thought of the clothesline in my backyard, where my clothes will be hung, to dry in the summer. I love the smell of clothes that have dried in the sun. In fact the very thought of having a backyard, regardless of its size, is monumental.

The walk along the beach over the weekend here in Toronto was very pleasant and enjoyable. It reminded me of Cayman, despite the weather. The waves were crashing on the rocks and it was pure joy to see and hear.

During a longer commute home this evening (longer than usual due to the weather), there were a few uninvited thoughts running around in my head, at which point I immediately counted off 10 things for which I am grateful. That immediately changed my attitude. And, while walking through the snow (as there were too many people trying to get on the bus), I noticed my hearty stride caused me to not be far behind the bus at all. It was moving at a snail's pace due to the weather conditions. I also noticed how courteous and patient people were with each other in transit, and how many people were helping out by shovelling the sidewalks.

The feathers behind my eyelids were swept away by the favorable thoughts, with the shift in thinking, in thinking truth regardless of appearances, with the decision to discard all instances in the distant past that I may have attracted at those times.

This morning at 5:30 while getting ready for work, I found myself automatically thinking about "the thinking stuff from which all things are made." It enabled me to take advantage of a business opportunity this morning at the gym, following up immediately from a decision I made yesterday. The opportunity hasn't yet materialized, but it inevitably will.

The newly fallen snow is clean and lovely and there is nothing else but now. (the here and now).

One of Albert Einstein's quotes : A sign of intelligence isn't knowledge, but rather imagination.