Not thoughtless in an uncaring way, but thoughtless in a without thoughts way. And not exactly thoughtless either, come to think of it.
I’m zapped of all inspiration at the moment. It must be a side effect of the bath incident the other day, combined with the Lunar energies from the Supermoon.
I’ve been looking into the far corners of my mind for something to write about, and although ideas are there, and they are springing forward at me at a rate of knots, I just can’t get what I want to say into words. Vary random it is too.
I’ve been taken back into the mists of time, when the Earth was a very different place. Long before people existed – and animals for that matter; where the continents were in a different place, and there were one or two extra stars in the night sky.
I’ve been exploring the catacombs beneath Aqua Mansion through my mind’s eye, but nothing I came across explained the strange rumbling and groaning noises I heard coming from down there.
I’ve been listening to a piece of enchanting music coming from somewhere beyond the Grinds around the Mansion, carried on the winds, but the more I listened the fainter it became.
I’ve been soaring through the skies again, swimming through the oceans, walking through a rainforest, riding a waterfall, playing with lions, illuminated by the Northern Lights, tickled by a butterfly, welcomed by a group of orangutans, visited by a friend from another dimension, tasted delicious alien fruits, somersaulted, danced, hopped, skipped and jumped, and sat quietly and just ‘been’. But I can’t think of anything to write about.
Sigh.
Still, I feel good, so can’t complain.
Maybe I’ll find some inspiration in time for my next post…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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