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WORRY IS UNSUSTAINABLE
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If your hands are shaking and your head is aching
To the heart pounding in your chest
Then it might be the time to rest your poor mind
Just give it all a rest
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Put down the problems, put down the worry
Put down the burdens of the past
Just set it down for a while until you get back your smile
And a new approach that can last
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TRIPPING ITINERARY
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What if everything is ruined?
What if all your choices and rotten luck
Have taken you to Hopelessness and Despair
What if all your golden plans turned out to be fool's gold
Worthless
The plans might have been thwarted
But you, my friend, are NOT worthless
Therefore your only choice is to start over
With what you have, valuable information
On what not to do, what doesn't work, what you have outgrown
This is the most valuable information a person can have
If they are devising a new plan, a new vision
Of what you want your life to be
So pack up all those trials and tribulations in your bag
Of tricks and tresspasses
And set off immediately in a new direction
On a new day, with a new plan
For the next leg of your journey
To the Source
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PROBLEMATIC
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When the chronically self-deceived
Have a bad reason for doing something
They cover it with the fig leaf
Of a good reason, a noble reason
Then strut over to the moral high ground
Smug in their righteous indignation
To look down on you for ever ever
Questioning their motives.
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MY SCIENCE EXPERIMENT
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I like to feel cozy and warm when I come to the end of my day
I warm my cold nightgown on a heating pad to avoid warmth's slight delay
They used to have metal bed warming things filled with the hot coals they had
But modern me doesn't have those things, I use a heating pad
I folded and refolded it every night to get the most fabric warm
Once I tried every kind of fold, I deviated from the norm
(Deviation is easy for me, I was born with that wyrd bent)
I finally figured out the very best way to meet my warming intent
I swirl it around and round the size to fit the pad
Maximum warmth for a cozy feel that makes me relaxed and glad
So my scientific conclusion is a cosmic swirly swirl
To warm the nightie of this sleepy space dream girl
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HOPE TO COPE
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Many skills can be improved with practice
Including our skills used to cope
But what if these skills are played out
And you're at the end of your rope?
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Then we must develop new skills
Ones we never used before
If your old skill set is not doing it
Then we will need something more
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You might learn how to be here now
To be mindful of what you are doing
You might need to drop guilt and blame
Your boundaries might need reinforcing
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Healthy habits are a wonderful skill
So is learning how to calm
Add a few new arrows to your quiver of skills
Then your journey can go successfully on.
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ADVENTURE
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The life of adventure is the life for me
Not the mountain trail or the untamed sea
But the adventure of a brand new day
Gathering resources, charting my way
No one has ever travelled this day before
The journey starts when my foot touches the floor
The adventure of seeing what happens next
I encourage the heart beating in my chest
I greet the day and venture forth
Travelling through time to find the Source.
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LOADED BUT NOT LOCKED
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If you give the Keys to someone
Who does not have their wits about them
Who can not see clearly through the fog of confusion
At that moment those keys placed in the hands of one afflicted
With the urge to self-destruct
Will do more harm than good.
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DEMON IN THE MINDFIELD
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The cleverness of the substance dependent mind
Is so cunning, baffling and powerful
That the substance seeking mind will orchestrate
A complex situation
A situation that generates the exact painful emotions
Like a misery factory
That requires the substance of choice
To relieve
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HIGHER EDUCATION
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When you have been you
For a number of years
Weathered and coped with
Trials and tears
So much self insight,
So much you know
Perhaps now is the time
For you to go pro
Your time is valuable
You need a reward
For all of your wisdom
All that you've learned
An amateur is free
A pro paid their due
Only do things that are
Rewarding to you
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DEMONIC TRANSFORMATION
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There are bad drivers out on the road
Speeding along with an unsecured load
Cutting madly across three lanes of traffic
So they don't miss their precious exit
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They will cut you off without a care
Road rage at you if you dare
To honk at them, or even exist
Because the demonic driver is always pissed
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They are continuously spoiling for a fight
If they do something then they are right
They will slam on their brakes as a dare
To hit them so you have to pay repairs
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I do wonder who the road ragers are
When they get home and exit their car
Do they immediately lose their demonic form
Or is fury and rage just their norm?
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FIRST PERSON
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When things get out of control
We need to get things back in control
What things would that be?
Number One, first and foremost
We must get control of our emotional reactions
The pounding heart, shallow rapid breath
Racing fragmented thoughts, shaking
But how? How do we get control of these
Physical symptoms of distress?
By controliing our thoughts
We must replace the tsunami of panic
With the gentle tide of reason
Letting useful thoughts wash in slowly, calmly
"All is not lost"
"I can handle this"
"I'm not the first person to deal with this situation"
"I will find a way"
"This is not my fault"
"This can be fixed"
Calm reason washing hypnotically in and out
If this is too hard, find a pal to remind you
Of what a good, worthwhile, competent person you are
And the first person you must love, nurture and respect
Is you
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MOMENTUM
We can't go to the Momentum Store and get some momentum
A force of nature, momentum must be harvested
Or mined from deep deep down in the caves tunneling our inner planet
You can generate momentum yourself by making a small movement
Towards your goals
That small movement is the humble beginning
A tiny spark of effort fanned and fed with encouragement and gumption
So, if you are trying to move in a good orderly direction
Activate your momentum
But remember momentum works both ways
It can work against you, drive you backwards
Treasure your little spark of momentum once you get it going
Watch it rise and fall
In direct proportion to our determination to succeed
And gumption, lots and lots of gumption
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ROAD WARRIOR
It may not be a yellow brick road
Or paved with lucky jade
But the Path you are on is as good as gold
If you think of the price you have paid
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Every consequence, every scar
Shows just how dear the cost
You paid blood, sweat and tears to get to this Path
You will never again be so lost
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Here you are and here I am
Walking the Path hand in hand
I'll help steady you, you help steady me
Those who have made it here will understand
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THE TRICK
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What is therapy except talking?
But is all talking therapeutic?
It depends on who you are talking to
And what you are talking about
The right person, consulted at the right time
Can do The Trick.
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SEEKING OMENS
Chiromancy is the reading of palms
Scrying uses a crystal ball
But looking for signs in the bathroom
Is the commonest one of them all
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FLOW ON
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We are rivers flowing through time
Starting out as a formless cloud
Falling to Earth as gentle rain
Seeking our course, growing in power
As we weather torrential storms
Meandering on sunny days mile after mile
Our banks widening from the erosion of our turbulence
Never knowing what's around the bend
Losing sight of our Source in the mists of time
Until we reach the Infinite Ocean of the Unknown
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REMEMBER, YOU'RE FEARLESS IN THE KITCHEN
Since I got an air fryer
My cooking is wild
And in my mind's ear
I hear Julia Child
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TRANSFORMED
The air was so still in the woods last night
I woke up and the woods were white
When Mother Nature dances with Jack Frost
The North wind rocks, the branches tossed
Her snowflake dress sparkles all aswirl
Mother Nature - the original party girl
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BEGINNINGS
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Hang in there, you are molting
Getting rid of what no longer serves you
It is a chaotic time
The value of a cup is its emptiness.
You will fill your cup with what is right and fitting for you now
Like the Fool we must leave things behind us
Take the few important and relevant things in our little bag of tricks
And move forward.
The first thing the Fool does is come to the edge of a cliff
So be aware of every step you take.
It matters that you avoid that cliff
When the old gives way to the new
Also don't let barking whining dogs trip you up
If any come to impede or discourage you
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WHY?
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Why do we have philosophy?
Because we need it
Life is so uncertain, confusing, and downright terrifying
We must have some context, some mental filing system
To process events as they occur
To figure out our role
In the grand scheme of things
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Is one philosophy right?
Absolutely
The one that works for you
There are many to choose from
Some we just make up, or cobble together ourselves
So when you grab your first cuppa in the morning
Grab your philosophy too, like special glasses
To see context and perspective
Because you're probably going to need your philosophy
Real soon.
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LOSS = GAIN
The loss of interest in drama
Does not mean that any part of us
Has died. It means
That our focus has turned from
The quantity of life in our day
To the quality of life in our day.
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WHITE FLAG
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How do you end a war?
There are several ways
Total annihilation of the enemy
Grind them to dust, leave not one stone standing
Upon another in their cities
Another possibility
Is to present such overwhelming strength
That the enemy surrenders in the face of such power
This is how bears and lions establish dominance
And control
But we are not lions or bears
We are humans that can think and speak reason
Yet we don't because resources are limited
This triggers our survival instinct to fight
For what we need and want
Only fair laws and a court can decide
How to divvy up precious resources
So our choice is
The law of Nature, red in tooth and claw
Or the law of human morality
Where might does not make right
Because right is adequate resources for all.
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