Monday, December 19, 2011

Fly Juice

Walk and sweat and yes, that helps and I do know it and in fact, it is a measure of how anxious I am of how easy the walking is. The more anxious, the less difficult the exercise. The mind-body connection, as we all know, is so very strong. The anxiety prompts fright AND flight and gives the body the adrenalin to fly, or at least walk the miles.

And now to clean the chicken nests, now to water the plants. Now to realize the truth of the matter of how the mind does not always realize that a long-ago threat, sharply remembered, is not a present threat. Isn't that odd, the way it happens? Is it a glitch in our cerebral evolution or is a good and sensible reminder of that which threatened us before may indeed threaten us again? Probably made more sense when the threat was starvation, prompting one to gather and dry more berries, kill and smoke one more beast.

Well, whatever, it is what it is and I have no beasts to kill and butcher and dry on a fire for winter's cold days; my freezer is full of beasts.

And my hen house is full of shit, which most assuredly, I am as well, albeit of the metaphorical kind.


  1. You're bang on about the way anxiety translates through our bodies.

    As for the henhouse and shit etc. hahahhaha - that made me laugh out loud.

    xo dd

  2. You're so not full of shit. I know from studying Buddhism and, in particular, mindfulness meditation, that the brain is naturally wired to remember trauma and less so to remember good things. But we CAN train our minds to work around the natural memory through the practice of meditation. New paths are forged and embedded. It's so interesting, and it's so hopeful.

  3. Yep, when it doubt sweat it out baby!

    Good on ya.

  4. 21k- And I laughed when I read about you shoveling frozen horse shit. Oh my!

    Elizabeth- I have GOT to learn to meditate properly. Maybe that should be my goal for 2012.

    Ms. Fleur- It always helps.

  5. Maybe your dreams are about the shit coming out. My toilet dreams are. Haven't had one of those in a while and I'm not even a damn plumber. Glad that you are slowly rising like a phoenix from the ashes of despair.

  6. I have a really hard time driving in cars with other people, and only just now, at 41 am thinking it might have something to do with my father driving us kids around drunk and my mother making me go to somehow protect my brothers.

  7. I love those fairy lights and I love you. You're like the smell of fresh grass you are. I owe you a letter. I will get to it soon in the next couple of weeks. Thank you for making my season merry and bright even when I resisted.

  8. Syd- That's me. Constantly slowly rising. If not swiftly sinking. I do not dream about shit. Thank god.

    Bethany- Ya think? Damn, girl.

    Madame Radish King- You are one of the constantly-changing stars in my universe.


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