Restlessness and Zucchini-Cake

So, it’s a little after midnight… and I’m a bit stir crazy. I know this because I keep walking over to the fridge and peering in, hoping that something will be in there that wasn’t the last time I looked. I don’t know why I do this… I just do. So with 2 pieces of chocolate-zucchini-cake consumed, I’m… blogging.

This past year at school, I had to take psychology as one of the pre-req courses for the nursing program. For one assignment, we had to listen to a podcast about a woman who suffered a stroke (or something like that), and it affected a part of her brain that controlled words and language. Long story short, EVERYTHING went blank. EVERYTHING. She later recovered, and described what happened to her. Basically ALL thought simply ceased to exist. All the voices, thoughts, questions, ponderings… whatever you want to call them; turned off. Think about it… all your thoughts in your head are based on words and language. Without words, you can’t have any real thought. She went on to say that it was a feeling of indescribable peace. She had no worries, because she literally had no thoughts about worry, because there were no words to describe worry. No “what’s going on?!” or ”How did this happen?” Nothing. It was just quiet. When she looked at a painting she couldn’t say to herself, “that’s beautiful, what great use of color!” She simply saw it. [I’m trying to convey what no words would mean, without you listening to a 90 minute podcast]

I’ve often wondered, since hearing about her story, what that would be like to have a condition like that. To have every single nagging thought silenced. Every question or concern; vanish. To simply see something incredible or beautiful, and not have to describe it, quantify it, compare it, or question it… just enjoy the moment. To look at people on the street and not have ANY sort of label, thought, or judgment about them… but just see them. As people.

I believe, of course, that I don’t have to suffer a stroke to be able to see people/things in this way. I can already see how my mind is changing in so many ways concerning labels and judgments towards people, just from spending time with the one who created us, and seeing the way He sees people. Perhaps this whole rant is the result of some (slightly dry) Zucchini-cake. In any case… I’m thankful for words… and I’m on the fence about Zucchini. I do, however, love my bed, and think it’s about time I headed in that direction. Goodnight.