Something to say


       I'm guessing that in order to be a serious blogger, you've got to have something to say.  But all too often, I find that when I have something to say, no words come flowing from my heart, to my mind, to my fingertips,  and onto my beloved Motherboard.  It takes a while.  Maybe because I'm so verbal.  How does one who is used to using 10,000 words a day turn some of those words into writing.  Hmmmm...
     Anyway, the thing I wanted to talk about was what I said in my second sentence.   ..."words come flowing from my heart, to my mind", ect...  And that fact, that I started with the words "flowing from my heart" seems to be the whole point of my blogging. 
     I was reading today from some book...hmmm I think I had at least four or five open today... oh, no, I was at Borders!  ...make that at least 10-12 books.  Anyway, I read something profound, something about how our thoughts don't really originate from our minds.  That the idea of thoughts coming from our brain was a western culture idea and that we've separated out heads (thoughts) and our hearts (emotions).  But it's just not wisdom to separate such things.  Just like in medicine.  We've separated the physical from the mental from the emotional from the spiritual and we are finding out (duh) that it's all connected.  Like the idea of physical touch helping, even causing, healing to take place has been newly discovered!  Wow, what a breakthrough. (Is there an emoticon for sarcasm?)
     So, as I decided to start this blog, this was on my mind...or in my heart.  That my deepest desire is to encounter God, to know what is in His heart.  For me and for others.  And I just cannot separate what God thinks from what He feels.  Seriously, for years I have been listening intently to God and what He impresses upon me is so deep and so intimate.  And I can't tell if it's thoughts or emotions because He carries all of us in His heart, in "the cleft of the rock", so to speak.  And every word is so deeply felt by Him.
     And so I believed this man, this author, this author of the book I was reading today and can't for the life of me remember which one.  I believed him that our hearts and our minds were ment to be so interconnected that you couldn't even begin to tell what was the source of it all. 
     Like a love letter.  Or Lindor truffles.