Limitless

Oh who can tell the range of joyOr set the bounds of beauty?from “A Winter Blue Jay” by Sara Teasdale These two lines from a poem we read in Morning Time on Monday have been ringing in my ears all week. It tells the story of a couple out for a winter walk, admiring the…

“This one day we’ll give to idleness.”

Sometimes we need a day given to idleness, a day to rest and daydream in wise passiveness. That’s what this day has been for me. PJ took the kids to the pool this morning, and I have spent the past couple of hours sitting here in my comfy pyjamas, drinking coffee, reading beautiful poetry aloud,…

God’s Thoughts

I just can’t stop thinking about thoughts these days. My previous post about the internal monologue has got me marvelling at the creative genius of God. I always knew people had different personalities, different perspectives, different experiences; but I never imagined something as automatic as conscious thought could be so vastly different from person to…

The Chugging of My Brain Train

I read an interesting blog post this week that a friend shared on Facebook. It was about whether or not everybody experiences the phenomenon of the internal monologue. It seems most people are able to hear the sound of their voice in their heads and, indeed, have silent conversations with themselves. But a smaller percentage…