Do you ever wonder if anyone else is doing exactly what your dong at the same time.. I mean.. it’s a big world out there.. surely. no matter what you’re doing.. someone out there must be doing it too.. Right /
I didn’t worry so much of that tonight as I helped Gabe blow up some more junk food for a school project Gabe ad I d built a new sounds actuated flash last night.. tonight we stuffed fireworks and prodex into little debbie cupcakes and filmed them getting blown to bits..
Gabe then built a small pyre out of devil dogs. bugles and cupcakes .. I dumped some solvent on it.. and then we lit it..
Frankly.. they look about as good as new !
someone else.. somewhere doing the same thing with their evening ? Inquiring minds want to know
I had the most amazing and vivid dream last night… actually it was just before morning. I dreamed that I woke up in my old house, the one I grew up in in Houston Texas. I new I wasn’t really there, but It felt real.. so I got up.. and walked around.. I spent about an hour (or so it felt) walking around looking at all of our old stuff. went to each room and looked at everything: furniture, knickknacks, books. I went through the closets, looked under the beds.. went through the garage.. .. Picked up the phones.. everythign was just as I remember it from the last time I was there which about 10 years ago before my folks move to Massachusetts. I don’t kow what I was actually doing in the dream.. I didn’t feel as though I was looking for anything.. I felt no strong sense of urgency.. I didn’t even have any strong emotions looking at the stuff.. just a comfy feeling of the familiar.. I thien really woke up and found myself in my own home ..
which I must say also gives me a feeling of comfy familiar..
A couple of weeks ago I made a pledge to myself to stop worrying.. .. about all sorts of stuff… but mostly about what I want to be when I grow up.. And.. I must admit.. <snap> it didn’t work. As much as I would try and practice mindfulness to turn off the worrying voice.. it still would creep back in and take me somewhere <snap> or somewhen <snap> (why isn’t somewhen a word ?) else.. when I should be here and now.
So.. now I have a different strategy.. it’s a little goofy I know.. but it seems to be working.. I’m wearing a rubber band on my wrist.. and when that monkey mind starts going.. I give it a vigorous snap <snap> or 2.. or generally 3.. And tell myself to let go of the worry. I’ve seen peoeple resort to mechanisms like this to give up smoking, or over eating.. <snap> .. but never worrying.. <snap>
But it <snap> seems to be working <snap, snap, snap> ..
Tonight I’ve been thinking about chakras.. The points in the body that several eastern cultures believe control the flow of energy in our bodies.. While i didn’t grow up with the concept.. I’ve gotten more attached to it as I’ve grown older.. For example. Many of the experiences I had after Sam’s passing would concentrate in these spots heart and head of course.. but the need to speak in my throat chakra , the sense of los felt in your root chakra.. all made sense in a physical sort of way that words can’t really address. Most of the time I find I’m workign to balance the two strongest forces in my nature.. head and heart.. but lately.. I’m starting to feel that I need to work on my power shakra.. in Sanskrit it’s called manipura chakra.. the one at your solar plexus ..I’m out of balance now.. I want to get back.. no.. I’m going to get back … to that place of powerful purpose that I am in when I’m doing what is right..
Manipura.. That’s where sense of purpose I need to manifest will come from…. sounds good… why not ?
