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Holy Thoughts. So, what is a thought?

It’s an individual act or product of thinking.

And what is a Holy Thought?

Saint Paul says –

“Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth” (Colossians 3:2 KJV).

And down the rabbit hole I went, searching for a definition of Holy Thoughts. I stumbled upon a wonderful article.

“Set aside time in which we deliberately consider our minds, our motives, our desires, our actions, and our sanctification.

Most of us live a fast-paced life in a world that does not accommodate those lagging behind. We have multiple things to do and multiple thoughts racing through our minds. Research quotes that the average person has 70,000 thoughts a day.

Enter the Monkey Mind

am burdened with what the Buddhists call the monkey mind.
The thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit, and howl.
My mind swings wildly through time, touching on dozens of ideas a minute, unharnessed and undisciplined.”
-Elizabeth Gilbert, writer

Does that sound familiar?

And then there are suggestions on how to tame that monkey mind.

Wherever you are, be totally present and try to only focus on what is being discussed. This conscious state of being is mindfulness.

My MonkeyMind would not stop exploring. What did Science think of all this?
Science thinks there is a lot more to meditation than previously proved.

I read the article with great interest. I listened to the short recording, and one sentence jumped out and would not let go.

Unhappiness is linked to Mind Wandering

So how did I get from Holy Thoughts to a Monkey Mind?

Because Monkey Mind is a collection of thoughts. Bad, good, indifferent, observational, critical, calming, flattering, not flattering, the list goes on and on. And this is me, right now, right here.

What is a woman to do

I’ve tried meditation on many occasions with no success. And Guided Meditation, those guru tapes, irritate the whatnot out of me.

Back home, my only success is long walks next to the Intra Coastal Waterway under a canopy of trees. I talk to God, I sing, I listen. I praise Him, I beg.

There aren’t any long walks next to the lake where I am for the summer. No canopied spaces where old trees, buffeted by rain and wind, lean toward each other, weaving and waving their branches.

Whispering about long-ago times when they were young. Cradling nests for tiny squirrels. Laughing at the antics of a woodpecker pecking away at a gnarled bough. No snowy egrets weighing down a young limb. No giant blue herons fishing at the water’s edge. No ospreys keeping watch from the top of the trees for unsuspecting fish below.

Walks are uphill through a park, through town, and back to the boat.

But I have sunrises that bring tears at the beauty of God’s Creation—fresh every morning. I have duck paddling around Lake Champlain. I have a resident beaver that performs daily diving and circling, thumping his tail onto the water’s surface for attention.

Holy Thoughts and the Holy Moments are a perfect pair of carthorses. The difference –

One is active, the other passive.

With a Holy Moment, we are doing something. With a Holy Thought, we are thinking something.

And if that Thought spurs us into action,

Hello, Holy Moment

In a previous post, I said –

I’m a loner by nature and value and treasure silence and, yes, being left to myself.

It’s hard on a boat. My wonderful husband created a little corner on the stern where I overlook Lake Champlain. My computer, my books, and my keyboard are all installed.

The view is gold. I will put up with much and sacrifice much for that view.

Sunrise is a wonderland of colors. It’s dressed in gold and red to greet the day. Clouds drift and shape themselves into fantastic and fearsome creatures — a feast to recognize the mythical beasts as well as the angels.

I sit and stare. Peace outside, peace within.

People come to work at the marina, other boaters appear. My husband wakes up and takes two of our dogs for their morning walk.

The boat, for an hour or so, is a haven. I can hear the silence, taste it, feel it, see it. My only thought —

Writing about Holy Thoughts.

As the day wakes, it all goes south. Life is like that. You must search for those Holy Thoughts in the midst of your Monkey Mind doing the tumble dryer thing. You can’t stop to meditate for half an hour in the middle of your day. But you can grab a thought and hold on to it.

After losing it and yelling because my husband was sanding, I grabbed Gratitude for a thought. Just that one word. And from it flowed all the things I am grateful for, starting with my happy marriage and husband even if I want to murder him at times. When he decides to work with a drill while I’m trying to concentrate.


What a Super Holy Thought, and how many Holy Thoughts spill from that one thought.

We end with St. Paul.

“Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy — meditate on these things. (Philippians 4:8 KJV)