Showing posts with label cogitations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cogitations. Show all posts

Monday, February 18, 2008

I'm turning into my mother (and blogger awards)

My mother died 13 months ago and I really miss her. I wonder if that explains why I'm doing certain strange things that my mother used to do. For example, I find myself picking up discarded objects. I've picked up a number of artificial flowers, which I don't even like, and
couldn't bring myself to throw them away. I put this group in my car to make it feel more "friendly." Others I tuck away in various hidden corners. Weird. OK, I know, I'm crazy. But we already knew that.

But getting crazier? It's a little scary!

Dick at Eye on Texel gave me an award for my photography and I am
passing it on to three people:


1)Coffeypot for his humor
2)Mike for his blog Unseen but not Unfelt
3)Clarice for Dieting with me (even though I've been bad at keeping up) and for her great recipes!
4)and Blue Rose for her creative artwork (OK, so that's 4 four--I
can't count well!)

Monday, January 28, 2008

The nothing space and the nothing box

Over at Coffeypot's blog, there is a You Tube movie about Men and Women's brains. (Go there and watch it if you haven't seen it yet, it's very funny and you can follow up from there if you want more info.)

I just wanted to say, in response:

My brain is a ball of interconnected wires. In the center of my ball of wires is a spherical space, and at the center of that space is . . . nothing.

It's a bit hard to get to through all those wires, but I can do it and sometimes do. Not nearly often enough. It's a lovely nothingness and in the center of it is sweet waking relaxation. Around the outside of the waking energetic nothing is a duller sort of nothing. I get trapped there sometimes, between the energy of action and the energy of nothing in a tired and blah nothing space.

My inner spherical nothing space is different than BB's nothing box. It's a more active sort of nothing, and electrical buzzing nothing. But a kind of nothing none the less.

When BB zones out into his nothing box, he usually falls asleep. Sleeping is his favorite activity in his nothing box and he does a LOT of that kind of nothing.

While he's sleeping on the couch, I stay alert--bzzzt, bzzt, bzzt, connecting my wires and buzzing with thoughts, plans, activities. Sometimes it's hard to level down to the sleep nothing or energy nothing. This may be why I have insomnia. I need more practice with navigating the levels of nothingness and properly inhabiting them.