Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/sunday-poser/
As a child, I loved laying on the grass and watching the clouds go by. I would point out each shape with my friend, and it was a brilliant game. If I witnessed a swan, a horse-drawn carriage, or a deer, we would spend the afternoon in joyful company. Phsycological and part of who we are.
When I had children, I would play the same game with them.
Does it have a name? Yes. I am now aware it is called Pareidolia.
I suppose most authors have this situation, due to our pattern recognition in everything. Like seeing a secret entrance in a group of trees. A few weeks ago, I remember looking out of a window and seeing different breeds of dogs.
Our imaginations find something brilliant in the oridinary.
That is a beautiful talent to have.
Oh yes, it is a wonderful gift of imagination Diana. Thanks for sharing
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I love this game too and I still play it 💜💜
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Me too
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Lovely post Diana
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Thanks 🥰
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Lovely story.
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pls ignore second comment. Should be on your Six sentence.
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