“All life is a blur of Republicans and meat!”
…Zippy the Pinhead…
Category: therapy
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I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
I have only love in my heart
Put on the skillet,
Slip on the lid,
Mama’s gonna make
A little short’nin’ bread.
That ain’t all
She’s gonna do,
Mama’s gonna make
A little coffee, too.
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread.
Three little children,
Lyin’ in bed
Two were sick
And the other ‘most dead
Sent for the doctor
And the doctor said,
“Give those children some
Short’nin’ bread.”
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread.
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread.
When those children,
Sick in bed,
Heard that talk
About short’nin’ bread,
Popped up well
To dance and sing,
Skipped around and cut
The pigeon wing.
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread.
Slip to the kitchen,
Slip up the led,
Filled my pockets full of
Short’nin’ bread;
Stole the skillet,
Stole the led,
Stole the gal makin’
Short’nin’ bread.
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread.
Caught me with the skillet,
Caught me with the led,
Caught me with the gal makin’
Short’nin’ bread;
Paid six dollars for the skillet,
Six dollars for the led,
Spent six months in jail eatin’
Short’nin’ bread.
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread.
(say this and become powerful)
“I want to help you…
you just tell me what you need…
and I’ll be happy to do it”
“Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow,
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more:
it is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.”
Macbeth
. . .
Heaven…
heaven is a place…
a place where nothing…
nothing ever happens…
Iâm sitting here shivering on a beach near Refugio around sunset ..and wondering why Hurricane Jimena never delivered the 5-foot waves it promised. Iâm not terribly disappointed though. Iâm OK just sitting here feeling composed. Watching the water. Looking back. I believe that riding waves in my early days instilled confidence that has persisted throughout my life. And transferred to a lot of other things. Itâs helped me ride out broken relationships ..negotiate tricky business deals ..and basically overcome a lot of the major fuck-ups of adult life. Iâm not saying that Iâm a perfect example of a self-assured human being or anything. Far from it. But I do believe that a small measure of mastery early in life goes a long way toward helping people weather storms later in life. For me, Iâd say it was summers spent riding waves at sunrise in Newport ..catching the ferry at noon ..riding waves at Laguna until sunset ..then crashing campsites in San Clemente till dawn. It made me realize that waves arenât just something I ride ..theyâre cycles of energy I follow. They pick me up in the morning, heightening my senses ..and hurl me down slopes of fluid exhilaration ..refreshing my mind and deconstructing any networks of negative thought I may have built up since last time. It is most therapeutic. I have a profound reverence for the dynamics of the ocean and, by extension, a high regard for the forces of nature ..the nature of people and, in some small and inexplicably visceral way ..the dynamics of the universe at large. Thatâs probably saying a lot, I know, but sitting here with my feet buried in the sand and watching sunrays shoot across the water .. Iâm not sure I care a whole heck of a lot.
- Labels: cosmos, development, earth, energy, nature, psychology, therapy, universe
Iâve learned through experience that delusions, brought on by capricious mental activity, are best left ignored. Like passing clouds, thereâs not one worth hanging on to. Thereâs a practice I learned called âgroundingâ that I find valuable. It helps me disengage from delusional thinking by anchoring to something in my immediate surroundings. The goal is to bring myself out of the grips of a delusion, or an intrusive memory, by way of the senses. Anytime symptoms come on, whatever form they may take ..itâs a good time to practice this exercise. I start by looking at five things nearby and begin naming them ..being specific and detailed. For example, I see my dog and say: â ..shaggy brown hair and wet nose ..â or â..black computer speakers with silver letteringâ and so on. Next, I name five things I hear, like the humming of a fan or the whoosh of passing cars, and so forth. Then I name five things I feel by sense of touch, like the jeans against my legs; the soles of my feet on the ground, and so on. I concentrate on sensing things the way they actually are ..careful not to replace them with the way I think they should be. I repeat the whole process a couple of times ..earning extra points if I become so wrapped up in my senses that I lose count. The idea is to make delusions disperse and fade into the background like the meaningless noise that they are.
- Labels: bill, delusion, mental health, neuro, psychology, therapy
“All life is a blur of Republicans and meat!”
…Zippy the Pinhead…
- Labels: art, joy, Life, logic, perspective, philosophy, therapy
Every day
in every way
I’m getting better
and better
(repeat)