A Wordy Modge-Podge

And on the seventh day, she showered. No. Lie. On the seventh day she rested. On the eighth day she showered. Ahhhh. Waita be green. And lazy. And gross. But it was green when I took the shower (no, not what came off my body and out of my hair); it was one of those on/off showers—wet the legs, water off, shave, rinse the razor, water off, shave, etc., wet down hair, water off, shampoo, rinse, water off, conditioner and soap up, rinse, y finito! So no one wants to know my sanitation—ha, ha, rather, lack-there-of—habits. But no one said reading this is an obligation.

It’s probably not of any interest, either, that I have had a drug change. This means I could be loopy, but who knows, not I. It was a week ago, and if I could read minds, I’d let you know what has been going through mine lately, but, alas, I cannot. “Alas.” Ha, again. (It’s great, finding oneself so humorous.) “Thankfully” would be more accurate a word-choice. This also means that I have an abundance of drugs in quantities no longer relevant to my current habits: time to start a pharmacy.

Professors provide even better laughter: marfs. Huh? Our psychology professor, who I wish I had on tape, was talking about gender and its influences from society, particularly how, in this country, the difference in dress is no longer so stark. Looking at us, we all looked quite similar. (Not ‘cause of all the white-Dutchies.) “Well, the main difference is the scarf’s but men are starting to wear them too, they already do in Europe, marphs.” (If you don’t get it . . . stinks. Okay, okay, fine: man + scarf = marf)

This is the only reason I pick up the school newspaper (besides using it as grace for oops moments when I paint): the “Professors say the darndest things” section.

            “I just compared Mark Twain to Sarah Palin. What blasphemy.”

–Prof. Fondse (Darn good thing you admitted it, too.)

There has not been much material for this blog lately; although, I have been writing quite a bit. Perhaps I should just stick whatever, whenever I write up for perusal. And, no, that was not an intentional Shakira reference.

And now some words from Melody Beattie, who has formed them well in her book The Language of Letting Go:

“The process of adapting to change and loss takes energy. Grief is draining, sometimes exhausting. Some people need to “cocoon for transformation,” in Pat Carnes’s words, while going through grief.

We may feel more tired than usual. Our ability to function well in other areas of our life may be reduced, temporarily. We may want to hide out in the safety of our bedroom.

Grief is heavy. It can wear us down.

It’s okay to be gentle with ourselves when we’re going through change and grief . . . we can be compassionate with ourselves. We do not have to expect more from ourselves than we can deliver during this time. We do not even have to expect as much from ourselves as we would normally and reasonably expect.

We may need more rest, more sleep, more comfort. We may be more needy and have less to give. It is okay to accept ourselves, and our changed needs, during times of grief, stress, and change.

It is okay to allow ourselves to cocoon during times of transformation. We can surrender to the process, and trust that anew, exciting energy is being created within us.

Before long, we will take wings and fly.

Peace out, folks.