This is how you can find me most mornings, that room Va spoke about is merely that wonderful space in my roving mind. Would like to recommend a book to y’all, “An Alchemy of Mind,” by Diane Ackerman. Just thoughts about the brain and its journeys. So long ago and not so far away I came to the conclusion that my mind worked differently than others around me, yes, its true. Not only do I have a room and money (thank the lord) I have a desktop-image memory.
It seemed that I remembered things like a picture. More like a moving 3 D film with smell-o-graphy and all. I even dreamed in text, with correct typeface and formatting. It seemed slightly reversed from others’ recollection processes.
For instance, vacation pictures in a shoe box. Why? Take out the old ball jar with air pickled sea grass, shells, feather, sprigs of lavender and sand. Open the lid. Ahh, Cape Cod. I can hear the crashing of the surf, see the azure waves with foam and feel the sand between my toes. Then the gentle whiff of lavender is carried on the daylight sea breeze to my nostrils. The feather emits a sea gull’s squawk. Did he just dive bomb me? Good old trusty stick have I here to decoy the top of my head. Sorry Mr. Gull, I promise I won’t step on your sand nestled eggs.
Close the lid.
So, next month when I travel to Hilton Head, you can be sure I’ll memorize a pristine sunset for my mind’s desk dreamer.