Category Archives: Ruminating

Ubiquitous

So many ads EVERYWHERE!

What about this? What about that?

This? Or this? Buy it. Believe it! Act now!

How about now? Now? Now?

TV, radio, phone, Facebook, YouTube, Instagram, Amazon, and on and on…

Too many people claiming that only they care and only they will help you because the competition is just trying to scare you (but fair warning, if you don’t do what they tell you, terrible things will happen to you; let us scare you instead).

It is infinite and a true barrage of unrequested and usually unhelpful information.

Enough! Basta!

Obsessively Seeking Certainty

Obsessively seeking certainty

When a problem barges in

It’s what I do

again and again

Especially regarding a medical threat

I research to see

How bad it could get

And the fact is

certainty does not exist

Even if I stomp my feet

Or shake my fist

No matter how much reassurance I find

There is no way to convince my mind

How about trying to stop the fear

Let go of the future until it’s here

Instead of singing WHAT CAN HAPPEN blues

See what condition actually ensues

Over-thinking only makes it worse

The brain is funny that way

so I’m told

Can always freak out later

Try letting it unfold

without the guarantee I seek

At least I can give it

a try for a week

Like it or not

It’s worth a shot

Second Guessing

Second guessing

Once again

All my consequential inconsequential choices

Yes, I am

Spend more money?

Get a job?

Get a haircut?

Some sort of bob?

Drink coffee or let it be?

Take a vitamin B or D?

Take a trip?

Or just stay home?

Worry about health

Or leave it alone?

Today I choose

To let it be

Accept my choices

Trust myself

Inner voices

on a shelf

It all works out

until it doesn’t

No point in suffering here

over something that wasn’t

Caught on a Thread





Thoughts that go bump in the night

The feeling that something’s not right

Can keep me distraught and awake

There’s not much of that I can take

When thinking gets caught on a thread

It’s a sure sign to get out of bed

Focus on something substantial instead

And shake off that incomprehensible dread

Interruption seems for me the solution

To unending conjecture and confusion

For unspecified unlikely stuff

It’s enough

Bound Towards the Future

In childhood summers lingered
It seems so anyway
A day would last a long time
With hours and hours to play

Now seasons are in a hurry
It seems so anyway
Some moments take forever
but the years just slip away

We’re locked towards the future
I heard Cat Stevens sing
Bound to get there quickly
Wonder what I'll bring

Rambling

I would like to eat food that's nutritionally dense
I would like to be sure and not sit on the fence
I would like to speak truth with uncommon good sense

I would like to develop a whole lot of grace
Take in all the colors and keep up the pace
At seventy one I am still in the race

With more years behind me than those up ahead
I would like to be grateful and joyful instead
of rattled and rambling and ready for bed





Fact-checking Galileo

May I be enlightened by Wednesday
And relaxed by tonight
May I be unfrightened by headlines
And calmed by the sight
Of clouds in blue sky
And stars in the night

Pressures to conform
Can be harsh yet defied
At times truth is hidden
At times someone lied

Galileo wasn’t wrong
In his time and in his day
With proud claims and accusations 
the collective got their way

May we keep an open forum
as we strive to make our case
Seeking truth ahead of power
as we run this human race

Sleep per Chance

Say Good Night Gracie

Insights abound

and perspectives are found

and still I find myself thinking around

       in circles and tangents in more than one bound

Awakened abruptly mid-sleep in my bed

and wondering where all the insights have fled

and why do I still get these feelings of dread

with unwelcome thoughts that pop into my head?

Ah, well, it’s a cycle, it’s a pendulum swing

Last night I was laughing a lot in a dream

An optimistic upheaval; a paradigm shift?

A chance that I’m finally catching the drift?

Look at these thoughts that give me no clue

and the awful imaginings that have seldom rung true

See them clearly for the imposters they are

Seemingly logical, yet impossibly vague

Midnight meanderings are usually wrong

That’s a real thing that some scientist said

Not at your best in a bed lying down half asleep

Counting back from a hundred with some rag-taggled sheep

Practice relinquishing future prediction

What a collection of unvarnished fiction!

This is a welcome and pure benediction

Say goodnight and give way to sleep’s jurisdiction

Growing

A growing trepidation
and unwelcome dread
have taken up residence
inside my head

If I allow it,
these crashers will stay

take a place at my table
and not go away
inflict endless reminders
that things will go wrong
and all of the good
won’t be mentioned at all

The mind likes to focus
and fix and prepare
Be cautious, be wary
look out and take care

Imagined catastrophes
harsh words without sense
unbearable acts
and cruel events
even if they occur
even if they are true
they cannot be resolved
by thinking them through

So stop for now
it’s what I must do
less frantic options
are there to pursue

If I allow it,
I can dismiss the dread

and let visions of sugarplums
dance in my head

Spring of Hope

It is my nine year anniversary for my blog on WordPress.  Seems like I should recognize and celebrate that by writing something amazing.  

Well, that’s not going to happen.

 

In these idiotic times, I grow weary.  Old girls they do get weary.

It is  the best of times.  It is the worst of times.

How about this:  Plant your own garden.  Plot your own peace.  We have the illusion that we can control way more than we can.  Could be time to focus on tending to the life that is right here and focus on the things over which we do have some semblance of control.  Maybe stop trying to convince people to stop doing something or start doing something.  Seems like as individual humans we demand other people to be a certain way, when we can’t even get our own self to be a certain way.  Maybe that’s why people look to make the whole world change – seems easier than changing yourself.  Start where you are and fix that; might ripple into bigger changes than the ones shouted about in the form of accusations and threats.  I am weary of my own outrage.

“…so you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting

for someone to bring you flowers.”

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