Do you sometimes hear sudden bursts of inspiration whenever you’re doing something routinely? Short ideas that seem directly or indirectly connected with one another that do not even relate to your current chore?
Such occurrences happen to me while working the fields. Like the sun’s rays or the raindrops or just the wind passing by, I feel enveloped by some force I cannot explain. It is as if my eyes capture the moment without seeing what it really is.
Telepathic messages from aliens? (laughs) Perhaps/ From natural forces around me? Maybe. From other sources I could never define with words? Makes sense.
I am attached to Nature, being far from the city’s din. Silence here has a pleasant noise, more meaningful than somewhere else. I do like it.
So, whenever I write something in my Whisper category, I don’t think about it. Words just come out from nowhere as if they have lives of their own, I just type them as they appear in my inner vision.