Pondered Pondering

I was sitting at the breakfast table sipping on some coffee. It was not the best or worst coffee I have had.

Then I noticed myself pondering the challenges that have been put along my path. There are some important choices that must be made soon. I find myself at a critical crossroads. My thoughts were going over, under and around these matters. Sometimes new insights occurred but mostly it was a mental stroll around familiar landmarks.

Then I noticed myself pondering about the question, “What is happening as I am pondering?” Clever scientists say that thinking includes chemical interactions and electrical impulses in my brain. That is good to know. But for me pondering is words in English that I heard and sometimes felt. I do not ponder in French or another language. There is a way that the thoughts flowed like a stream in a downhill rush or other times rolled back and forth like waves on a beach. There are ways that thoughts perform like trained dogs or other times as actors following the guidance of a director.

So for a while I thought about my thinking and learned a little more about myself as well how I operate.

Then I made a choice to distill my thoughts about thinking into words to share with you. The very private matters have become public. The internal matters have become external. The vague and fuzzy signals in my mind have become concrete words that the spelling checker accepts. What had been biological became encoded into 1s and 0s and then sent at the speed of light to you. Then you decoded the words that had been 1s and 0s to form internal signals in your mind. So there was an imperfect transfer from inside of me to inside of you. That is something to ponder.