As I lay in bed early this morning, having been waken by a combination of our cat Hector demanding attention by mewing by the bedroom door, and the first notes of the dawn chorus of birdsong, all manner of things flood my mind.
My head is literally awash with thoughts all tumbling through with little forethought. Memories, ideas, wishes, and a few regrets, all pile on top of one another in utter chaos that I’m meant to sift and sort through if I’m going to make the slightest sense of them. Are they meant to be made sense of though? Should I simply get a big broom and sweep them all into a corner for Ron….you know, I’ll sort it out lateR on. Or I could sweep them under the rug and forget about them….leave them for Al – zheimers to claim.
But no. What ever these things are – rushing hell for leather through the sometimes dim, sometimes illuminated, corridors of my mind – they are demanding attention…much like my cat Hector is demanding to be fed.
Everyone I’ve ever met, everything I’ve ever done, every smell, every taste, every touch, every sight and sound, every experience – good or bad – every thought, spinning around in a huge tumble dryer falling over and over one another. These are the sum of my life. The sum of all things that equal me.
Another louder, more insistent MEEEEOOOW! And Hector leaping onto the bed and onto my chest mean that my mental mathematics will have to wait for later. The sum of all things that equal me have just been put in their place…..his majesty wants his breakfast.