Back to a crucial event.

In my blog entry named: ”How to continue my blogging” my intention was was to narrow my writing approach and to som extent relate to what did awake in me when I look one image in my previous entry. I refer to the image of a field showing plowed soil and frozen water between the ridges.
This image came to me long ago. Later on, my soul has announced this picture to me on several occasions and situations. It has resided in me as something having almost an archetypal importance. Associated with that image is being near to a lot of associations. When this happens I feel generous and resourceful.
These events come and go. Often they disappear quickly. I cannot memorize them, describe them or in any other way make me believe I own them. They do always slip away. I feel as if they have a value and if I forget them I fear I lose that value.
Yesterday, I looked at a segment of this image. Suddenly, I experienced a direct emotional reaction. It was intense. A few seconds later it disappeared. I have learned to be cautious when interpreting something like this. I need to be cautious with my interpretations. By interpreting, I apply my rational mind and leave the actual event and associated emotions. Often this first interpretation freezes and replaces the original living image. At this specific event no analysis showed up. I am happy over this.
I saw the raw and wild chunk of soil in this image and felt as if the mud wanted to tell me something. It was a split vision. In the other part, I imagined liquid water remaining under the layer of ice. Together these two elements formed a delicate entrance into a world, new to me. The world of fantasy.
My next step is to leave looking at this image and lower myself into it. Drop me into the world of a piece of soil, wildly sculptured, and start playing. In doing so I would say:
I am a bit of earth somewhere in a large field. Humans did touch me hard with a bill of steel when they prepared this area a month ago. They left me here and wanted me to stay put, waiting for next spring and the warmth of summer. I need water to be alive. This exist in nearby trenches but there it was frozen.”…..

I did also look at my blog entry through a more analytical angle. Then, I found that my attitude was too open in too many fields. I do need to narrow it down if I am ever going to achieve anything. At this time, subject and purpose are the main things I need to focus on.
Second, one element of my strategy is to get out of my old style of writing. I have been following the motto: ”just o it” and believe that i am ”banging my head into a wall of bricks”. I am unable to get around this obstacle using the intelligence I have. I need to invent some other approach.
Thirdly, I did found a possible expression of my writing goal: to reorient myself in the present world using my present level of accumulated insights.
In total I learned that my mind will think of too many thing to do before I do anything. So this approach used an analytical angle is not interesting. I will return to that feeling created when looking at the wild chunk of soil.