Stopped to Ponder-Ego

Ego is the persistence of animal instinct from an earlier part of the brain. The frontal cortex emerged later and allows thinking. However, the thinking is then used for animal goals [...] We now have rivalry and the quest for domination via the intellect, rather than teeth, claws, etc.”
— Dr. David Hawkins, Sedona Seminar, October 2003

Inside The Sane Asylum-I Remember

Clean Well Lighted Place

It was very late and everyone had left the cafe,
except an old man who sat in the
shadows. In the day time the street was dusty,
 but at night the dew settled the
dust. The old man liked to sit late because he was deaf
and now at night it was
quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe
knew that the old
man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they
knew if he became to
drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him...

Hemingway

Arman Ayva

Inside The Sane Asylum-Chuckle MeSum

"If people understood the most important things in life, there would be
A shortage of fishing poles."

Chuckle MeSum
Homesteader, The Sane Asylum
Living on the brink and a little amused by it all.

Inside The Sane Asylum-The Shadow

"Be the witness of your thoughts."

N D Shadow
The Umber in us all
VISA holder, The Sane Asylum

Stopped To Ponder Series

Your unconscious does not belong to you...you belong to your unconscious.

The Sane Asylum Quote Series

The Sane Asylum Quote Series

Front Porch Psychology-The Self

"Become friends with your Pretender...It needs you."


Your character is fundamental, but your Persona is an illusion and subject to change.
Take care of your future,
Ego

Our Children

From The Road-The Fisherman

As I approached, he looked up and with a smile, said
"The weather is here, wish you were beautiful."
He was from up north but moved here years ago. Said his
fishing got in the way of working,so he gave up working.

I told him the fisherman down the way said he had hooked an eight foot shark, but it got away.

He quipped, "Nothing grows faster than when a fish is hooked till the time
it gets away." "You know," he said, "fishing for me has never been about the fish,
so I spend most of my time fishing, the rest I just waste." He asked me if I knew the secret
to getting your wife to let you go fishing every day. I told him I was always interested in secrets.
"Well, set your alarm for 4:30 am and nudge your wife and ask, fishing or sex. Said his wife would roll over
and remind him to lock the door on his way out." As I bid him farewell, I wished him luck. He said, "As
Hemingway once wrote...Its better to be lucky, but I had rather be exact. Then when luck happens you are ready for it."

His name is...Marven

Stopped To Ponder Series

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The Sane Asylum Nature Series

After a strong Nor'easter you might get lucky. 

The Sane Asylum Nature Series

"Sail on!" it says, "sail on, ye stately ships!
  And with your floating bridge the ocean span;
Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse,
  Be yours to bring man nearer unto man

H W Longfellow
The Lighthouse at St. Augustine 

From the Road...I was told to take highway 13 out of Eunice and go about nine miles until I get to Bayou Portage and I would see a Creole house with a porch painted bright yellow. Could not miss it. They were correct...it was right where it was supposed to be.

I knocked on the front door screen, but a voice from inside told me to, "Go around back." I entered through the back door as most folks do in this part of Acadiana.

She greeted me from her small wooded kitchen table. The room was full of straight back chairs and one rocker next to the cooking fireplace. She asked me, "Are you one of them Yankees from up North?" I told her I was from North Louisiana. She said, "Yep, you are a Yankee." After a laugh or two she confessed that she would not hold that against me.

She was one of those exotic creatures that feels so comfortable in their skins that it some how   makes you feel a little less than ordinary. She was a kind soul. Her long gray hair was pulled back and tied with a purple cotton scarf. Around her neck and ankles were dimes tied together with a knotted string. She wore a handmade Jobs Tear Rosary around her wrist. Her hands, showing a well lived life, rested on what looked like thirty or forty pages of hand written French verse. She noticed my curiosity and said, "This is my third great grandfather's Saint Suaire. He wrote these prayers in 1755 during the Grand Derangement in Nova Scotia. He called it his Holy Bier."

I asked if the prayers had any special powers? She begin to explain that each prayer contained a healing power for different ailments and if you carry the Holy Bier with you at all times, it will let you know three days before you die. She seemed quiet content about knowing that fate.

She said, "You keep looking at my dimes." I told her they did peek my curiosity. "Well," she said, they are to protect me from Gris-Gris or evil spell. I don't practice Vodur, but I just like to be on the safe side."

She insisted we have second breakfast as they call it in these parts. It consisted of Tasso and Red Boudin, all the while giving me a lesson on the difference between Vodur and Traiteur. While they are both folk beliefs, Traiteurs are considered faith healers and the special powers are passed from one generation to the other. She experienced the powers from her mother.

She related, "We do not pass spells, practice voodoo or hoodoo. We are healers."

We talked the morning away about her life and about all things that make up her beautiful world. She raised seven children with her husband of 70 years. I remember her statement about raising children. She related, "You know we don't need an instruction manual to raise our children. All you need to do is live our life and let them observe you...how to adjust to life when it hands you a bum deal is learned, you know..."

It was a great morning spent with a grand lady. As I was leaving out the back way, she asked, "Ego, if you could choose any of my prayers for healing, which one would you choose?"

What a lesson in that question...without pause, I replied, "I would choose the prayer to heal a troubled mind." She looked at me with those dark Cajun eyes asked, "If I agree to teach you that prayer, would you promise not to tell..."

Her name was Lena Chopin...Ego