Driving home from Boston late Saturday afternoon in the pouring snow and without snow tires :( we found a B&B in Fitzwilliam, New Hampshire and homed in for the night. Sunday morning dawned with a blue sky and melting-wet roads.
We drove home through the spectacular beauty of snow-laden pine trees interspersed with khaki green, gold-brown oak trees that still have all their leaves. The combination made for beautiful mottled hillsides. I really had no idea of the dense oak population in New Hampshire forests.
We often can't see the forest for the trees. We are so focused on the thoughts in the mind that we don't notice the mind itself. We "believe" our thoughts and think they are real when they are but momentary firings of neurons, passing through quickly. And then they are gone.
We've had 10,000 thoughts in the past 24 hours. Where are they now?
We've been so intent on the trees (i.e., our thoughts), that we haven't noticed the forest of the mind just being there.
Monday, October 31, 2011
When We Can't See the Forest for the Trees
Posted by Cheryl Wilfong at 7:08 AM
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