My thinking path - thank you Darwin and Queenie

With the help of Queenie I have created a thinking path.  Or rather a route up the meadows to the top and then back through the wood.  It only takes 15 minutes but I look intently at what life is emerging and then thoughts bubble up.

Clear March day

Firstly I would just miss my friends and the fact that the path didnt lead to a coffee shop. And feel a sense of painful emptiness but slowly this changed.  My walk turned into noticing the noise of nature and the excitement of new plants appearing and bursting into flower.  But every day is different and every day allows my mind to fizz, ideas to burst and a better path to arise in front of me.

June and now in flower and full of interesting plants

Darwin had a thinking path in his home Down House and I have walked it.  What's more I was extremely lucky to curate an exhibition at the British Library for the 150th anniversary of the publication of On the Origin of Species. I had creative rein and used the thinking path an an organising principle with a timeline running in parallel leading to a pedestal which held his seminal book.  The concept of evolution held a loft to be worshipped.

As I have explained I am dyslexic and find it much easier to see and feel information.  Once I have found a way to process facts, which is usually by trying and trying some more to read, it forms a 3D sense in my mind and then I get the greatest joy from making my own new connections.  I think I have learnt to read by the words forming shapes, but I dont really know as I generally lack self awareness.  But I do know that I have to find my own way to learn and can't follow a conventional or simple route. 

I know I'm not alone in this and offer up the beauty of a thinking path to those who need it to still and order their frantic minds.

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