It is a common trait of my mind to think about several things concurrently. For example, I’m currently thinking about church service in a few hours, about something I want to speak to our senior pastor about, about what we’ll have for dinner tonight, and about feeding our animals. Every now and then, though, a strange thought pops into my mind and I really have no idea where the thought came from. It usually isn’t strange in the content, but it is moreso because I wasn’t thinking about anything that should have prompted the thought.
That just happened to me. I was plodding along, catching up on emails and such, when the lyrics of an old American western folk song popped into my head:
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
The lyrics were originally written in 1872 in a poem by Dr. Brewster M. Higley of Smith County, Kansas. I’m nowhere near Kansas, and the words were written specifically in reference to that state, yet the associated thought I had was that Dr. Higley’s words could easily have been about Montana. The buffalo (bison) do roam here and the deer and the antelope are numerous, though I’m not sure they ‘play’.
However, the people here are quite supportive, so discouraging words are indeed seldom heard. There might be an exception to the skies not being cloudy all day. That is mostly true in the summer, but not so much in the fall and winter. Still, the words do apply to Montana, for the most part. Still, I have no idea why the song and thoughts came to mind in the first place.
Do you ever find yourself thinking about something, but can’t figure out why you are thinking about it?
No or rarely