Lately my mind is fertile ground for random thoughts; A thought pattern equivalent to the monitor on a geriatric chest. Blip. Thought. Blip. Thought. Beeeeeeeeeep. Thought.

White noise reveals moments like stripper with her tease. They happen in the shower, or under a hair dryer. Out of nowhere, I wonder what life would be like if I changed my given name to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. What if I created an album on Facebook with pictures of pets in my yard and titled it American Safari. Just to one-up my friends.

I wonder if the lump in my groin slipped down from my throat.

Then randomness turns sweet. Fall is the shedding of a weathered skin - Colors revealed to heal the mind of summer's heat. That animals make us better people - because they teach us to speak with our hearts. Then I wish there was less emphasis on wanting celebrity. It is when we see the beauty in others, not ourselves, that we accomplish something meaningful in life.

Speaking of famous, nuts are fattening. God's cruel joke.
Now I save nuts for dessert.

Then my thoughts turn into lightbulbs. Momentary clarity of how life has changed. And not always for the worse. Full length mirrors are cheaper now. The tall one is simply a waste of space.

But most of all - I sit in wonder at how the mind can heal the soul. A challenge without humor is like cancer without the scarf. It may not cure, but can like a random thought, sweep gently over the heart.