Pitter Patter

Free writings are such that the mind is unleashed and one can simply flow with the river of their thoughts. Futile to try to stop the tide. As one can sit by a river so one can sit within themselves and watch or listen to the great current that is their mental self. A juggernaut of natter always on except in the deepest of sleep and most interesting in the song of dreams. By day, mostly meaningless white noise peppered with Freudian-like popups of potentially important things. Important to whom, though? Blah, blah, blah, blah blah.... So why chart it? Why try to capture it in a free writing? Why is this post even about a free writing when the entire thing is supposed to be dedicated to my daughter and our life as parents raising a child with disabilities? Does it really matter, since no one reads this blog anyway? So I can unleash all of this into the void. The black hole of the web, also known as my blog - ryn tales.

Anyway, free we are to write and write whatever, whenever, from wherever. Gotta love modern technology -transcending space and time to allow for instant gratification and communication - even the tracking of one's meaningless mental chatter.

Invisible reader, forgive me if you exist at all.