Case of the nothing's...

Yep, no post today...went to see a man about a horse...
Catch you later...Doc

Lemme Think About It...

You were not born yesterday, unless I am wrong, in which case, welcome to the world, little baby, and congratulations on learning to read so early in life.

Front Porch Psychology Series...

"The desire for more positive experience is itself a negative experience. And, paradoxically, the acceptance of one’s negative experience is itself a positive experience." Mark Manson, The Subtle Art of Not Giving A F*ck.

"A Case Of The Nothing's..."

Some days I just don't want to post anything... I get a little like Jes B Rambling and work on doing nothing for a while. Some times I'm over it in about a day but, there have been occasions where I have been hit with the nothing's and they last a week or two...now it's not fair to the sane asylum residents who just might wonder over this way. I need to let you know that today I just don't give a damn and will do nothing...only fair. So here's the deal, when you see the picture below as the daily post you know I have a bad case of the nothing's...but know I am hoping for you the same...:)Doc

Lemme think about it...

"Why do men and women's clothes button on opposite sides?"
Have you ever imagined a world without hypothetical situations?

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

The new inmate at the mental hospital announced in a loud voice that he was the famous British naval hero, Lord Nelson. This was particularly interesting, because the institution already had a "Lord Nelson."

The head psychiatrist, after due consideration, decided to put the two men in the same room, feeling that the similarity of their delusions might prompt an adjustment in each that would help in curing them. It was a calculated risk, of course, for the two men might react violently to one another, but they were introduced and then left alone and no disturbance was heard from the room that night.

The next morning, the doctor had a talk with his new patient and was more than pleasantly surprised when he was told:

"Doctor, I've been suffering from a delusion. I know now that I am not Lord Nelson."

"That's wonderful," said the doctor.

"Yes," said the patient, smiling demurely, "I'm Lady Nelson."

A Funny Thing Happend On The Way To Therapy...LIFE

A man who had been in a mental institution for some years finally improved to the point where it was thought he might be released. The psychiatrist that ran the institution decided it was better to proceed with caution, and chose to interview him first.

"Tell me," said the doctor, "if we release you, as we are considering, what do you plan to do with your life?"

The inmate said, "It would be wonderful to get back to real life, and if I do, I will certainly refrain from making my former mistake. I was a nuclear physicist, you see, and it was the stress of my work in weapons research that helped to put me here. If I am released, I shall limit myself to work in pure theory, where I believe the situation will be less difficult and stressful."

"Wonderful," said the psychiatrist.

"Or else," continued the patient, "I might teach. There is something to be said for dedicating your life to expanding the knowledge of young people."

"Definitely," said the psychiatrist.

"Then again, I might write. There is always a need for books on science, or I may even write a novel based on my experiences in the psychiatric institution."

"Another interesting possibility," agreed the doctor.

"And finally, if none of these things appeals to me, I can always continue to be a teakettle."

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Therapy

"The reason a lot of those bad things happened to you, is because you are a dumbass...
I've always wanted to say that to a patient.
Thank you, this session is on me.
I feel much better now..."

The Art Of Living...Mystery

Even as the horizon of knowledge expands outward from our planet,
It is accompanied by the inexorable horizon of Mystery,
Which expands even faster and farther than knowledge,
Always, leading man's consciousness
To new dimensions...

Mystery remaineth far beyond our earthly finitude.

The Art of Living...Abstraction

What's in an egg?
A song is there, in chemical notation,
invisibly packed into the genes:
Also detailed instructions for nest building,
a menu or two perhaps,
and a map of the stars...
All in the one cell that multiplies into many,
all the disposal
of the little feathered passenger,
so once hatched and fledged,
It will have more than a wishbone
To launch it's life...

The Art of Living...

Enigmas, Paradoxes
Seemingly unresolveable:
Yet somehow, if one relaxes one's heart
and opens one's mind,
and wonders the right wonders,
they become resolvable.
Take Saint George and his dragon.
If earth is a good world, one asks oneself,
Why the dragon?
Because he was needed.
Can you, in fact, imagine
any way George could have made it to sainthood
without him?

According to the Golden Legend, the narrative episode of Saint George and the Dragon took place somewhere he called "Silene", in Libya; the Golden Legend is the first to place this story in Libya as a sufficiently exotic locale, where a dragon might be found. In the tenth-century Georgian narrative, the place is the fictional city of Lasia. 

The Art of Living...The Self

For one begins as a fertile egg.
The seed soul, stirring, seeking.
Becoming a pupil in the Soul School of Life.
Growing in consciousness, in awareness,
using the tools of finitude.
The self in space and time, the while developing spirituality of life.
Through life, through death,
which evolved only later in evolution because it had
survival value for the multicelled organism...
Death that we cannot live without!?

Don't forget to sense beauty, express gratitude and experience forgiveness...SEE

Lesson From The Sane Asylum...Transcendence

Have you ever wondered?
Why each year you live seems faster than the year before?
There's a law at work here.
Called, Transcendence.
Influences time and space and consciousness of self,
for each year lived has to be a smaller portion of ones experience to date.
To the year old baby an hour is a lifetime.
To the ten year old a tenth as much.
To the centenarian but one percent of his experience.
While people he knows appear, bloom and die.
Like flowers in a garden.

Stopped To Ponder

"For the seeker, this sunrise is a metaphor, to have patience with each stage before it evolves into the next.  The sun rose in its own time.  It may be slow, but it always happens."
~Kenny Werner from "Effortless Mastery"