Lemme Think About It...

"How do you decalcify your pineal gland?"

Sunday Morning...The Wall Cloud

Sunday Morning...The Wall Cloud

The Wall Cloud

Walter Thederahn

With the ebbing of time

It will take me back to the sea.

Scorpion, the Norseman's life

Aurora Borealis,

No, Eldorado.

Yet, August eyes

But to see the wall of clouds,

Dark, black clouds,

Holding the thunderbolts,

With echoing thunder- electricity.

The unfolding clouds,

Lighting flash,

White wall of clouds,

Of awesome might.

Still air then sudden rain,

Hail falls, this freezing vapor,

From the sky.

The windrose turning clouds,

Sets twister from the sky...

Dr. Ego-ology

"Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day."

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"Another thing, as you get older, it's much better to fall

on your butt and not on your face."

Thanks for introducing me to billy botts +Moik Zephier 

From The Road Series...the old sea captain

From The Road...The Old Sea Captain

The craggy-faced captain stopped and placed a pinch or two of tobacco in his ole scrimshaw pipe.

He wears faded blue overalls and a Greek captains hat. Early mornings, along Oyster Creek, you just might find him lumbering down the road towards the old wooden pier, carrying a old cooler filled
with ice, and a fishing rod slung over his beefy shoulder. Tackle swings like a pendulum behind his back until he reaches his favorite bench, close to the end. He pulls out a bag of shrimp from the cooler, baits his hooks and casts his line as far as arthritis allows—sits there until noon, either catching fish or not; it’s all the same to him. It’s the sun and wind and rain he’s come for—the view of shrimp boats headed out to sea, crews tiny as toy soldiers. He can hear the cries of hungry gulls, feel each vessel’s pitch and toss. He is captain of nothing now, save his own soul. And what his soul wants, is to keep his body close to water—until the moon captures him in her net and pulls it with cool, white hands into asunder.

I watched him today. Quiet, deliberate and some what sullen as he made his way. What words might fill his head, what thoughts left unsaid. He has loved both storm and calm, the flapping sail was his soul's applause, and his rapture was a roaring main. But now like a battered hulk he seems to me, cast high on a foreign strand...in port as it need must be, gives him yet another round of listless hours.

The smoke from his pipe lingered in the languid air...the grass, the trees and the garden flowers, and the strange earth everywhere. At times he seemed restless there without the hail of a passing sail, nor the surge of an angry sea.

He quits his pipe, and snaps head as if to speak, but coughs instead, then paces the pier like as if a quarter deck. With a reeling mast o'er head, the old captains cheeks were glowing warm. His eyes gleamed grim and weird, as he muttered about like a thunder-storm.

Then came the stay of a daughters hand and his grandchild 'twixt his knees. And so betimes he is restless here, his daughters home is a peaceful vale...but never the hail of a passing sail nor the surge of an angry sea...so it seemed to me.

Dr. Ego-ology...safety first

"Do you look both ways before you cross a one way street?"

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"Another thing, people who ask you for advice and don't follow it 

are called Askholes."

Inside The Sane Asylum...Altered State

Another epiphany...so to speak

Ego: "You see Jess, our brains are so automatic because physical tissue carries out what we do. How could it be any other way? The brain does it before our conceptual self knows about it. But the conceptual self grows and grows and reaches proportions where the biological fact makes an impact on our consciousness but does not paralyze us. The interpretation of things past liberates is from the sense of being tied to the demands of the environment and produces the wonderful sensation that our self is in charge of our destiny. All our everyday success at reasoning through life's data convinces us of our certainty. Because of that, maybe we can drive our automatic brains to greater accomplishments and enjoyment of life."

Jess: "Ego, did you know, generally speaking, a person does not learn much when their lips are moving? NEVER PASS UP A GOOD CHANCE TO SHUT UP!"

Lemme Think About It...are you?

"Are you still you if everyone looks at you differently?"

Dr. Ego-ology

Life is short, so smile while you still have your teeth.

Reflections From The Road...Stanford

I will not torture you with a tale about the history of mathematics. I will not beat you with the origins of numerators, denominators, ratios, fractions. I will only let you know that in the main, mathematics aren't negotiable. I will not pretend to tell you that as you get older time goes faster. I will tell you that a year is always a year. It is one and only one. However, I will also tell you that when you are four years old, one year is one quarter of your life. When you are 60, one year is one sixtieth of your life, so it feels smaller, and moves faster, in your mind.

Time can be comforting, or it can be cruel. Mathematics tells us that when you are over the hill, you don't really pick up speed—but the fractions change.

When you walk the streets every morning making pictures, the fractions become even smaller. Depending on your settings and the light, it can take fractions of a second to make a picture. A fraction of a fraction of a day, of a year, of a life.

Sometimes, you see the same people every morning, for even ten years or more. You chat, or not. But you acknowledge each other. You are familiar. Then one day the groundskeeper in the park tells you that a person was found dead, in a puddle, in an alley, in the French Quarter on Christmas morning, and it is that person with whom you were familiar. However loosely, you felt like he was part of your tribe. He was a fraction of your life. He was a part of you, he lived on the street for years, and then he died in a dirty alley, alone. In a fraction of a second, a heartbeat, it was over for him. That's how it is.

Rest In Peace, Stanford. No more troubled mind.

Stanford, pacing the levee
New Orleans, LA
2016

Photo and storyline
Christopher Bryson...

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Therapy...

"Doc, I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then."

Why Didn't I Think Of That?...epigenetics

"If I only had a brain."

Epigenetics hypothesizes that a parent who experienced a trauma could have certain changes in their brain which might lead to epigenetic changes that are passed on, inhabiting the neurons of their children’s brains or even their grandchildren. That rumination bore an entirely new field, behavioral epigenetics. That means if you had a parent or grandparent who lived through a genocide, war, saw someone murdered, or who suffered a different trauma, say at the hands of an abusive or neglectful parent, you carry traits for that emotional impact in your genes.

Discovering Ourselves...trust

The human need for trust and attachment was initially studied and developed as a psychological construct in the 1950s, when John Bowlby tracked the reactions of small children when they were separated from their parents.  In a nutshell, he found that infants, toddlers, and young children have an extensive need for safe and reliable caregivers. If children have that, they tend to be happy in childhood and well-adjusted (emotionally healthy) later in life. If children don’t have that, it’s a very different story. In other words, it is clear from Bowlby’s work and the work of later researchers that the level and caliber of trust and connection experienced in early childhood carries forth into adulthood. Those who experience secure attachment as infants, toddlers, and small children nearly always carry that with them into adulthood, and they are naturally able to trust and connect in healthy ways. Meanwhile, those who don’t experience secure early-life attachment tend to struggle with trust and connection later in life. In other words, securely attached individuals tend to feel comfortable in and to enjoy the human rat park, while insecurely attached people typically struggle to fit in and connect.

Lemme Think About It...

Paraskevidekatriaphobia

Dr. Ego-ology

                       
                                "I'm not arguing with you! I'm only trying to explain why I'm right."