Reading, Writing and Gratitude for Mentorship
Reading, to me, is like absorbing a chain of emotional DNA coding.
When I read, I absorb the sense of things, the emotional journey – I don’t recollect the facts … without a monumental conscious effort.
Numbers, mean nothing to me - my bank records would support this statement! When I am reading and a date, or an amount of something is mentioned, I skip over it, with only a sense of “Wow! That was a lot!” … or maybe, “Gee, that was a long time ago!”. I come back to it later, if the number itself matters.
This made History one of my most challenging courses for me, which also means it was my least favourite, as it was my lowest grade. What a shame! I was interested - I loved the stories and had a complete sense of the journeys and the eras - but remember dates? Agh! They just wouldn’t stick! Before a test, I would labour over my textbook, memorizing dates with every tool I had at my disposal – re-writing them, saying them out loud, associating them with other things … but the next day, they were usually gone!
When I read – as my eyes run over the variously connected shapes on the page, over the letters, strung together to make words, which when thoughtfully put together, evoke feelings, inform thoughts and help us to absorb new concepts – I FEEL my way through what is in front of me. The shapes swim together and the silvery thread of a chain of thoughts seeps into my consciousness, an internal version of the memories in Dumbledore's Pensieve.
"I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one's leisure. It becomes easier to spot patterns and links, you understand, when they are in this form."
—Albus Dumbledore, explaining what a Pensieve is.