What must it be like for an ant or other bug to get flicked or blown from where they were just walkin along, doin their thing? Seriously, we never think of that, because it never happens to us. It’s not like you’re walking down the road and are suddenly dizzy, disoriented and ten or fifteen miles from where you were…
Tag: life
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Why do humans have a compulsive need to complicate things?
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I want to be as carefree as a dog. To roll around in the grass and sunshine and not give two shits about anything. Just sayin.
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Why have I always been obsessed with eyes?
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I have discovered a destination – within about 3.5 hours of where I am – that will allow me to see… really see…. the night sky in all its glory, which is something I have been wanting to do for years, and something that is on my bucket list.
Late last night, I got a message from my campfire conversation friend. In it was a light pollution info map that showed the area where he goes hunting. Apparently, there is something called the Bortle Scale that measures the darkness of the sky, and hence, the visibility of the stars. This area is a 2 on this scale, putting it one step above the darkest skies on earth. He had told me previously that the night sky was beautiful in this area, but I hadn’t thought to actually go there, because I’m not a hunter. It seems that there are little motels and such in this area. I need to go. I am going to go.
I’m thinking a weekend trip. I have to research the motels and such in the area, but yeah, spend a couple of days in the middle of freaking nowhere, no cell service, no wifi, nothing. Write, draw, sit in utter silence?? Can you imagine disconnecting that much from modern life? How amazing would that be? To just exist with the rest of nature and none of the distractions? I’m giddy just thinking about it.
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Freakin elephants. Who knew?
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I want to go to the ocean on a gloomy day and enjoy it without all the people.
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I just heard a lyric in a new Tom MacDonald song… check it out here.
He said, “I’ve been up, I’ve been down, I’ve climbed down my grave…”
There’s more to this, and the whole song is great, but this lyric spoke to me. I’ve been there, and at the point where I feel like I’m climbing back up (again, and hopefully for the last time), this is fucking awesome to hear.
Thank you, Tom.
Have a great weekend!
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Letting go of things that are not yours – a struggle, a responsibility, a priority; and letting go of things that no longer serve you – guilt, fear, a need for acceptance or attention, a drive to be perfect or productive – is certainly liberating. It creates a measure of freedom that some people have flat out never experienced.
It is also difficult as all hell.
We become, unwittingly, locked into certain patterns of behavior, some of which may have been absolutely necessary at some point to survive. And in that, they do serve a purpose. But, when that is no longer the case, being cognizant and mindful of those behaviors and being willing to allow them (and even encourage them) to fade, even though they do feel comfortable, is so important.
The difficulty comes, first and foremost, in stepping out of your comfort zone. This sucks. Your heart will race, the feelings that you anticipate coming from this situation will be amplified, and you will be completely uncomfortable in your own skin. But, if you power through, deal with the discomfort, and then evaluate the actual results of your new actions, it is quite possible (perhaps even likely) that you will be pleasantly surprised, not only by the outcome, but by how you feel and the energy that you possess at that point. It truly can be an empowering experience. And once you feel that, and decide that it is a good thing, that creates momentum to propel you forward into a new set of behavior that is more appropriate and beneficial for you. And if you decide that you do not like the results, you can go back to the drawing board and figure out a new set of actions that may give you results that you like. And let’s face it, if you are considering any of this, the old patterns don’t work for you.
The second part of the difficulty is being honest with yourself in evaluating the outcome of your new actions. Did this work the way you wanted it to? If not, what needs to change? Was the outcome better than it would have been with old behaviors? And by better, I mean better for you and your overall wellbeing. People may be upset with your new behavior. But is that worth it to you — to the you that you are trying to become? And any negative outcomes – are they truly negative outcomes, or something based on your assumption of someone else’s perception? The thing with this is that you have to be honest, but not let yourself slip into old mindsets during the evaluation process. To do so would only serve to fool yourself into maintaining self-destructive methodologies.
The fact of the matter is that change is possible, even if you have decades of patterns built up. It’s a matter of how much effort you are willing to put in to achieve that change.
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Three dogs walk into bar….
Yeah, no. That’s not what we’re doing right now…
The infamous “they” say that a dog is a reflection of its owner. I agree wholeheartedly. But it seems that, at this point, I need three dogs to make an adequate reflection.
Sandy is the first. She is the oldest of the three. She has anxiety, she loves to clean booboos, and she is loud as all hell when she thinks someone is threatening those that she loves. She loves to play, but only when she’s in the mood. The only things that she wants is to make her family happy and make sure they are safe. Some of her nicknames include “mama”, “mama-pants” and “nurse Sandy”.
The boys are brothers. Two parts of the same birth.
First, there is Frik. He is handsome, kind…. and completely oblivious. Not the brightest bulb in the box. Think of the hot jock in high school. He just wants to do the things he enjoys and will simply walk away if he can’t. But he is also patient. If he has to wait for his turn for love or ear scratches or belly rubs or whatever, he will do so quietly, to the side. However, when he really needs or wants something, you will know. That dog has a bark that can wake the dead.
Finally, there is Frak. He is intelligent, but also emotional. He has figured out how to open certain doors, but not how to deal with the fact that someone yelled at him. If he is upset, he will remove himself to go pout. He is also extremely empathetic. He sees himself as a tough guy, and usually can’t be bothered with anyone who isn’t his person, but if you’re upset, he is there to comfort you in his own slightly awkward way. And, he is the one who taught the other two how to howl in order to help the passing fire truck or police car. lol
Each of these dogs reflects a portion of my own personality. I see that, and I adore that about them, but also love each of them for who they are without that reflection.
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 