In the spirit of Autism Awareness Month, I’m going to continue exploring my experiences on the spectrum. If you appreciate reading about these experiences, make sure to visit my other blog, Cleo’s Autism Awareness.
Watching Right Now 💚 Patterns on the Brain
Patterns are information. Information is just a patterned arrangement of particles.
Says so in this video @2:30ish:
I often think about the wrinkles in my brain. I have this dream of pulling my brain out of my ear, then ironing out the wrinkles. I’m having deja vu about blogging the one-sentence synopsis of my brain-ironing dream.
Seriously though, the cuteness of this Carbon atom is criminal:
Hopefully it’s not planning to join a C-8 molecule, because that bedlam is in the top 10 explanations for why cancer is killing us all.
Listing 💛40 Natural Patterns that Trigger Feelings
In a future blog post, or maybe as a 30-Day Instagram Challenge, I’m going to gather images of all these beautiful natural patterns…some of them, admittedly, are only half-natural, interacting with manmade things… that bring feelings to the surface.
These patterns may or may not trigger you, too; if you’re up for it, you can let me know which ones you agree with…and which ones I missed!… in the comments below.
- rings in water
- waves in the ocean
- leaves running downstream
- petals falling from blossoming trees
- bathwater spiraling into the drain
- palm trees bowing to El Nino
- the grooves in palm bark
- the ripples in windswept grass
- the dance of several bees in a bed of flowers
- the movement of sunlight on windowpanes
- the splatter of rain on windshields
- the laughter of birds at sunset
- the arrowheads of migrating ducks
- the rude yet choreographed honking of geese
- a bath bomb dissolving in water
- a scattering of clouds beneath the horizon of an airplane window
- the first time your heart breaks so hard, you sob yourself to sleep
- the crackling of lightning and thunder in the heart of Colorado
- time lapses of flowers that open and close only once a year
- the rhythmic inhale and exhale of meditation
- the shape of the Milky Way, when everything else is pitch dark
- the stripes of a tabby cat
- the rosettes of a Bengal cat
- the sound of a horse galloping towards you
- the aurora borealis, I can only assume
- the first time a child plays he-loves-me, he-loves-me-not
- the first time a toddler walks
- the first time a baby laughs until they snort
- the soft breeze, and the sweetly aromatic pages, of flipping through a new book, shuffling a new world, for the first time
- the broken record of thoughts I am always trying to break trying to break trying try
- the shape of coral reefs
- the shape of ant hills
- the movement of a golf ball that refuses to roll into the hole of an artificial ant hill
- Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5;
- a prism held up to sunlight;
- the prismatic performance of a disco ball;
- the collective sigh of a relieved audience;
- the skipping of a stone on pond water;
- the accumulation of wrinkles with age;
- the last few moments after your mother tucks you into bed, when she stands at the edge of the door, and light floods around her like a halo, like a golden mantle, like wings of ethereal light, and you think, No matter what, I’ll be fine, because this woman will protect me forever.
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