When my therapist, er I mean agent, told me that it was time to get back to blogging, I did not protest. He showed me the survey results for the demographic most likely to read my blog (trailer park inhabitants and prisoners on death row), and the message was clear: for the general good, please join a monestary. But this only encouraged me further to face my destiny head on and create this new post.
And, of course, my guiding light is that garden full of basil plants, which teaches me so much. How silly, you may say, for a grown man to be spending time with dainty basil plants, divining the keys to life by gardening. Why isn't he drinking beer and watching sports on cable 24/7 like every other god-fearing American male? Ha, I laugh in the face of such adversity, of such questioning, as I try to figure out the answer. Honestly, if you are truly looking to learn the keys to life, or success, you can do this just about anywhere. Basil plants need to be nurtured, they need to be given a healthy environment, quailty soil to live in. They cannot be neglected, and must be treated with respect. Most slugs and a few squirrels I have met disagree with that, but they also come from a different political party so who cares. Like a child or any human, if they are allowed to live in a posititve place that properly feeds their well being they will thrive. Alove all else, THEY NEED SUN! It helps them grow, makes them strong, makes them rise and gives them great ambition. And to you my faithful reader I ask the same question. What is your sun? The activity that makes you grow, makes you happy, makes you understand why you were put on this God-forsaken "Satellite of Love". It doesn't matter what your Sun is, as long as it "pumps you up" while not hurting others. Reading, writing, running, biking, singing, meditating, knitting, disecting dinosaurs, whatever....Just try to find it and do it as often as possible. What? the basil plant is whispering in my ear....Oh yeah, don't forget the water, because doing all that stuff will make you sweaty, smelly and thirsty.
What the heck, who wrote that drivel above? Dang, you take a Red Bull/Fluffernutter break and you never know who is gong to sit down on your computer and start typing away. But seriously to continue the student teacher motif, they say that "If you say you are not a student, your ego is too large. If you say you are not a teacher, your heart is too small". True, true.
Some recent observations from the world of culture, pet psychiatry and virtual plumbing:
Music: Arcade Fire sounds like a new version of the Talking Heads. Then again, when I stepped on our cat's tail, I thought that sounded like the Talking Heads.
Nutrition/Health: A new clash diet is causing a stir. Listen to "The Clash" (1977) cd while jumping up and down repeatedly for the entire 43 minutes. You are guaranteed to lose at least 2 pounds, and perhaps your sanity.
My Word!- What a difference a T makes. If you add a T to mediate, you have meditate. And if more people meditated, we would need far fewer mediators.
Creativity: Yes sometimes it all comes gushing forth in a stream of consciousness doesn't it, and the thoughts and words, or notes and melodies, or dance steps flow so freely that the stream is a river, or an ocean and you are riding the wave of creativity. But other times the stream is a small leak, or a drip, or even some condensation, worse yet the stream is a desert, the Ethiopian drought. What do you do then? You wait. Dripdripdrip. But don't give up, just keep at it, just write,play,dance,sing and soon the stream will be rushing again. If only I could follow my own advice.
Enjoy the sunshine this week.
1 comment:
I think about 93% of each of your posts is a joke.
I particularly like when your basil plant speaks to you.
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