This morning I was up, out of bed, and walking to the kitchen before I was awake enough to realise I wasn't wearing my customary extra-thick-soled socks; in fact the cruel truth was that I had inadvertently exposed my sensitive tootsies to winter-chilled tiles.
Just as I was reaching for the kettle, I thought that it was probably time my feet learnt to deal with reality. I agreed with myself vigorously all the way back to the bedroom where I immediately donned my beloved socks.
There's nothing like knowing your own mind - except perhaps having your mind know your body; even if they aren't going to involve you in their decision making.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
A Spiritual Cuppa
How does one go about refreshing the spirit/soul/drive or whatever else you want to call that thing that makes us sing...or in my current state, hum dimly in the body somewheres. How do you supply it with that invigorating swim, the refreshing sleep, or even just a lie-down in the sun that will carry it through to the next big rest? Just as mystifying is how or why does it become so worn out and weary?
It seems that while I was sleeping, my spirit waded the Tasman Sea marathon without taking so much as a truckies-kip.
What I need is a Spiritual Cuppa; one that will give my spirit a shot of caffeine - since it's unlikely the Spiritual-grounds will contain traces of speed. That is of course depending on the likelihood of Spiritual-coffee-makers sharing processing facilities with Columbian drug lords or something of similar ilk.
It seems that while I was sleeping, my spirit waded the Tasman Sea marathon without taking so much as a truckies-kip.
What I need is a Spiritual Cuppa; one that will give my spirit a shot of caffeine - since it's unlikely the Spiritual-grounds will contain traces of speed. That is of course depending on the likelihood of Spiritual-coffee-makers sharing processing facilities with Columbian drug lords or something of similar ilk.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Tunnel of Light
I don't know whether my brain works in ways as mysterious as our reported god works, or whether I just take different side roads to most people, but it's rare that I relate so completely to someone.
It was on a walk in the bush that revealed the similarities between the path of Hervor's life and my own (and at that point it could be construed both literally and figuratively). We spoke of our new jobs etc, as we have both recently undergone a period of unemployment, the rigours of job hunting, and the adaptation necessary to blend into the new work place. However, it was when Hervor mentioned a conversation she'd recently had with someone that I was struck by the similarities: How often do you get the chance to speak to someone that has died? Or more importantly, speak to someone ABOUT that death experience. It just so happens that both of us recently had the opportunity to do that very thing.
As we compared notes, it was revealed that both people that had experienced death had died of a heart attack. Neither had a prior history or family history of any heart problems.
It was at this point that the shared path Hervor and I were on, diverged. Hervor's respondent came away from the experience believing that there was absolutely nothing after death, where as mine emerged from the experience convinced that there was definitely something although she couldn't determine exactly what. However, neither of them experienced the famed Tunnel of Light phenomena.
If on the off chance life lessons were to be taken from our conversations of flatlining, it would seem that the synchronicity is over and Hervor and I are headed in opposite directions - either that or what we're going to find when we get there is very different.
It was on a walk in the bush that revealed the similarities between the path of Hervor's life and my own (and at that point it could be construed both literally and figuratively). We spoke of our new jobs etc, as we have both recently undergone a period of unemployment, the rigours of job hunting, and the adaptation necessary to blend into the new work place. However, it was when Hervor mentioned a conversation she'd recently had with someone that I was struck by the similarities: How often do you get the chance to speak to someone that has died? Or more importantly, speak to someone ABOUT that death experience. It just so happens that both of us recently had the opportunity to do that very thing.
As we compared notes, it was revealed that both people that had experienced death had died of a heart attack. Neither had a prior history or family history of any heart problems.
It was at this point that the shared path Hervor and I were on, diverged. Hervor's respondent came away from the experience believing that there was absolutely nothing after death, where as mine emerged from the experience convinced that there was definitely something although she couldn't determine exactly what. However, neither of them experienced the famed Tunnel of Light phenomena.
If on the off chance life lessons were to be taken from our conversations of flatlining, it would seem that the synchronicity is over and Hervor and I are headed in opposite directions - either that or what we're going to find when we get there is very different.
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