Thirty minutes in a tube last week, earphones playing classical music (poor audio) although the MRI was clacking, clanging, bumping, chunking, and beeping its magnetic heart out. I was the subject of its capturing me in my present state.

Memories, regrets, and intentions rushed as I lost myself in thought (what else could I do-I was not supposed to move–and if you know me, that state of no energy expended is really out of character! A time continuum flew by: what I did well, not so well, and will do better.

MRIs in an MRI.

I will be fine, I am told, no cause for alarm, just being conservative, said the doctor. Even the prep for the MRI was not so bad.

The best part? Me-time. Time to dig deep and think deeper, and vow in my deepest intents to be and do amazing-er, if you will. Weak verbs, strong adverb.

The worst part? immobility. My nose itched form the moment the machine enveloped me. My finger were numbing from nonuse. Nothing to look at. only to hear. Eyes closed, ears muffled with bad sound conveying classical beauty and  the din of the multi-million-dollar MRI machinery. Me a cog in its wheels. Kinda puts you in your place…

The weirdest part? Dye (“contrast”) racing through my veins to capture the best slices of my innermost organs. I am anxious to see what the radiologist and my specialist see.

For we are inner creatures that belie our exterior, and it takes machines t expose us in both skin and underneath.

Memories, regrets, and intentions, new ideas and plans, changes in life’s steps and I welcome the next beginning.

What makes you think deeply? No emojis will answer this question. Tell us in words, please.