Saturday, September 13, 2014

Why is My Mind Full of Black Holes?

Why is my mind so full of black holes? Black holes are areas in outer space that swallow everything that comes near them. My mind has many of these swallowing engulfing heavy spaces.  They swallow my useful productive thoughts and replace them with depressive painful thoughts.

 Mind has pain when I am caught in one of these black holes. A kind of phantom pain. Phantom pain is physical pain that feels like it is originating in a limb but the limb isn't there. The limb has been removed. So my black holes are the phantom pain when my mind is not connected, not connected to living.

My mind's black holes are the depressive phantom pain from not living...the life is drawn out of me.
Source: NASA. http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/nustar/multimedia/pia16695.html


I can reduce my phantom pain by looking at myself. Physical therapists address phantom pain using mirrors. I never used to look at myself in a mirror. Maybe using a mirror I can pull myself out of my mind's black holes. Mirror therapy for the mind's black holes of phantom pain when the mind is cut off from living.

From: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:US_Navy_110613-N-YM336-079_Lynn_Boulanger,_an_occupational_therapy_assistant_and_certified_hand_therapist,_uses_mirror_therapy_to_help_address_phan.jpg 
 


Small Stones


Grateful stones
Grate full of stones

Mindful stones
Mind full of stones

Mind full of grateful stones.
Grateful mind.


By David Bleasdale from England (Flickr) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Victorian Stone Grate with small stones and heart-shaped holes

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Thursday, March 20, 2014

Remembrance for Death of Grandchild



Buzzing ears

flowers bunched in vases.

Rosemary creeps.

Salty eyes burn from emptiness.


Bee landing on rosemary flowers
Taken by
Rosemary is for Remembrance.



Thursday, January 30, 2014

Strangling a Boulder Headache

Eyeglasses pull down my forehead.
Eyes press together.

Pain shoots out the temples
To clenched jaw.

Muscles wrestle the inside out
Strangling a boulder of thought tangles.

A Strangler fig growing around a boulder at Katandra Reserve, near Gosford, New South Wales, Australia. It is a prominent landmark along Toomeys Walk. The boulder is around 1.5m in diameter.
By O. Baudys (Own work) [CC-BY-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Where You Live ... Tears of Aging Cobwebs

Where you live
captures dropped thoughts,
Crusted memories
In closed music boxes.

Moving stirs thought tangles
swirled into the tears of aging cobwebs.
 
Memory dust and cat whiskers
Dance and unwind as the lid is lifted.

Penny Mayes [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Monday, January 27, 2014

Who Am I?

From moment to moment
Thoughts reinvent myself.

The mind throws many stones
On the surface of the lake
That mirrors only past and future.

The now creates a sense of self
That interconnects all.

Stereoscopic view of Mirror Lake, Yosemite Valley, CA, U.S.A 
Source: By Singley, B. L. (Benjamin Lloyd) -- Photographer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Storm Tickles

Tree branches reach out into the storm
while the woodpecker bobs and alights on the swinging clothesline.

Then it  flies back to the familiar steady  trunk of its home
Tickling the tree branches who dared stretch out to test the wind.

Photo by Michael L. Baird

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Thought Tangles

Ears hiss.
Traffic whizzes and shoots through
my mind's thought tangles.

Adjusting posture
back to the slow pulse
of body's diaphragm

In and out
Over and under
the breath rocks
gently loose the tangles.



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A Blackbird Sings – our small stone anthology

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Mindful Writing, A Tool for Living in the Now. A Moment's Peace.

Ice sheets drape the inside of the window's glass
And the silent sentry cat watches the outside movements through the ice trails.

Meanwhile Arctic frigid air greets
the steaming breaths of the waiting crowd at the bus stop
Amid the tail swish of the traffic's tires on the road.

The day's light creeps in on sentinel paws.
Peaceful awe of the moment.


For other ideas about Mindful Writing see
Writing Our Way Home: Engage the World through Mindful Writing