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Dear Fellow Journalers,

An oldie but a goodie from G.

WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND

I recently re-watched the old movie “The Thomas Crown Affair”.  No, no, NOT that one with Pierce Brosnen, the REAL one with Steve McQueen. (The original was soooo much better! Go watch a copy)

The haunting theme song from that movie “Windmills of your Mind” got me to thinking.

Scientists tell us that our minds produce some million thoughts every day. Some are but trivial and almost useless, some important and life changing. But the windmills of our minds keep spinning, powered by our need to know and do, thereby presenting us with things to consider.

AMAZING isn’t it? Everyday new and hopefully better things to be offered up to our lives. Ours to pick and choose as to what we will do with them. MARVELOUS !

Recent events in my life have, of course, caused me to have a greater sense of urgency about these thoughts. How I wish I could have developed this sense of urgency earlier! All those wonderful ideas I had, (most now forgotten) that I said “I’ll get around to that”, but never did. What a shame ! How enriched, my life would have been! Too late now— times past and now gone forever. “Regrets I’ve had a few—“.

I know you see where I’m going with this. How about you? What thoughts are the ‘Windmills of your Mind” producing TODAY, and how are you handling them?

Round,  Like a circle in a spiral——– (see below) 

 Words to the song follow:Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mindLike a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
 Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind