Most people who know me well know that I have a DJ playing music in my head all night. No matter the hour, if I get up to go the bathroom or arise in the morning there is music playing in my head. Much of it is predictable. Tunes I have been listening to or singing a great deal lately. But many nights it’s random stuff that is hard to explain, with this one exception. These outliers always make me laugh. I am convinced the DJ is this funky angel who used to be a beat singer in the sixties or a drummer in the Congo at the turn of the last century. Who ever it is they are immensely amusing. This was what I awoke to this morning. A merry Tuesday to you all.
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The Drunken Seamstress
Because sometimes, when you’re quilting, you just need a good shot of whiskey…..
Paradox, Humor and Change
“Life has three rules: Paradox, Humor, and Change.
– Paradox: Life is a mystery; don’t waste your time trying to figure it out.
– Humor: Keep a sense of humor, especially about yourself. It is a strength beyond all measure
– Change: Know that nothing ever stays the same.”
― Dan Millman,
Way of the Peaceful Warrior
I feel the edges of my thoughts
A blind woman reading brail
Stretching them further
I feel the thinness
Emotions never go as far
As the first stone thought tossed
There’s no pulling back
Once thought escapes
Electric charges fire into a
Neuro net sky
Frankenstein’s monster lives
And like his maker
I, too, love and hate
What I create
I turn inward
Withdrawing the great sustenance
Each thought suddenly a marble
Rolling around on the floor
Real blown glass
All colored to a feeling
A place or time assigned
Catalogs lay open on gray matter tables
A jeweler placing an order
What is the hue of the day?
If an angel were to tell us something of his/her philosophies, I do believe some of the propositions would sound like 2 X 2 = 13. -Georg Christop Lichtenberg
I play with tornadoes in my head. I don’t have a good explanation for this. It’s been going on for about three years. When I say play with them, I mean, I imagine riding them or collapsing them down around me or even dancing around them. I think it started when someone told me our energy body could expand the length of one to two football fields. That’s one big energy field. It intrigued that part of my brain that is Xena Warrior Princess, the part of me that likes the idea of being powerful. Clearly, because who plays with tornadoes in their head?
It happens most often when I’m working out or dancing in my home. Something about all that physical energy triggers all this awesome mental energy and I’m whipping those bad boy tornadoes into my command in no time. A few days ago, I had such a session dancing in my house and afterwards went to run some errands. As is often the case, my mind was churning on all sorts of things I need to deal with or figure out. I was beating myself up about something when it dawned on me I play with tornadoes in my head. That seems the most natural thing in the world to do, but curtailing my critical, judgmental, whining mind seems daunting. Something about the incongruity of that caught my attention. I can play with tornadoes and wield them to my will, but stopping myself from being angry about the guy who cut me off on the interstate is challenging?
Einstein said if you want to be brilliant use your imagination. If you want to be really brilliant, really, really use your imagination. What if dealing with all this weirdness we’ve got rocking in our brains is no more than playing with tornadoes? If in our imaginary mind we can do anything, than why can’t we apply that same focus, sense of play and energy toward wrangling in our real mental storms? What if it’s all an illusion? Tornadoes, ideas of being unloveable, Roger Rabbit, I’m lazy, my spouse lied, I’m spiderman. Really, they are all just thoughts running around inside our skull. What would happen if we treated all our thoughts the same way? Imaginary characters we can play with or not. The choice is ours.
If I do not give THIS thought my attention, my emotions, my time than it has no power over me. It shapes no aspect of my life. Shoo! Shoo! Out with you. I do not entertain houseflies in my skull!
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