Thoughts are just electrical impulses to specific areas of my brain. Only a few are expressed through language, or at least a language I can articulate. So why are those few pushing so hard to get out of the abstract? And why do they occupy so much of my energy?

Are these thoughts original; something of nothing? Or were they always connected; threaded to one that came before and weaved into an endless stream?

I don’t have the answer. (Perhaps that should be my mantra.)

I recognize that I only see one perspective. Those thoughts, original or attached, are shaped from my experience and only express one valid point of view.

This blog is an ongoing, reflective exercise to explore other perspectives. I won’t be delving into life’s greatest mysteries. Rather, the small moments in everyday living will fuel the content and my attempts to gain a different perspective will motivate the writing.

I’ll begin with a safe viewpoint. One that comes easily to me. One against which I can measure other thoughts. I’ll begin at sea-level and then try to  see something differently.

B. Toner

“Sail with me at sea level,       A change in altitude may change your attitude       All will be clear at sea level,      The course will stay true, water and sky will blend into blue,       Meet me here at sea level”                                                          Except from Meet me at Sea Level  B. Toner, 1992