Wandering Around in the Attic
Listen to Truly Lost in Thought
Truly Lost in Thought
My mind does not move in straight lines. It wanders, rummages, doubles back — like searching an attic with a weak flashlight, returning with objects that seem unrelated to what I went looking for. What appears to be distraction is often gathering.
Two processes unfold at once. The Me searches, making associations, stringing fragments together. The I Am does not search at all; it recognizes. One collects the pieces. The other knows when they belong.
Insight rarely arrives by force or outline. It comes sideways — when wandering ripens into seeing, when something quietly present all along steps forward and says, “Here.”
So being “lost in thought” is not always loss. Sometimes it is the mind roaming until meaning catches up — proof that beneath the noise of memory and story, something steady remains.
I Am.
