Experience turns her satellite outward, scanning, ever scanning for anomalies, places where her heart might be cut as on a rusty tin. Adrenalin on the cusp, cat-like in its coil, powers the intake of data collection and precludes any need whatsoever to turn the scanner inward.
Experience turns her
satellite outward,
scanning,
ever scanning
for anomalies,
places where her
heart might be cut as on
a rusty tin. Adrenalin
on the cusp,
cat-like in its coil,
powers the intake
of data collection
and precludes
any need
whatsoever
to turn the
scanner
inward.
This scanner is like radar, busy and active, but picking up on the word ‘cat’ makes me think cat scanner. =^..^=. That is what we need to scan inwards and it requires us to be very still, like a cat.
🙂 I think it DOES require stillness – and a willingness to look at what might not always be easy to look at.. thanks Gallivanta!
Hi Mel–I promise to come back tomorrow and catch up–save me a seat okay? xxooxo
I’ve been a little scarce too – not to worry!
Perfect timing, I just flew in the door!! Gorgeous blue flower (don’t recognize it), and I see that it does look like a scanner–though I tend to think of that term negatively (paranoid? nah).
I think of it like that, too – I’m letting go of that hyper-sensitive watching everywhere for trouble…a challenge, to be sure.
Yes it is, particularly in the world today–regardless of all our past baggage.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
What are your thoughts?