Post in limbo
The post me were planning to write for today be on the back burner.
Me hasn't been in the brightest of moods recently and although Me be trying to figure out a way out of me funk, the elusive solution be just beyond me grasp.
This morning, on me way to work Me spotted a monk. This not be an unusual event because Me passes him by every morning.
He stands silently rain or shine, head bowed, waiting for alms. The only time you become aware of his presence is when he recieves tribute. Once money finds its way into his bowl he comes to life.
It be like one of them horses you used to find in front of the neighborhood drug store. Pop a quarter into the slot and the pony rocks back and forth. Suddenly you're a cowbow and for a few moments in time nothing else matters.
Me thought that maybe Me could use a few unadulterated, carefree moments. Me empties the entire contents of me pockets into the bowl. He rings his bell and begins to chant. What he's saying be a mystery to me, probably to everyone else as well.
Me didn't wait around to hear the whole thing, but as Me be walking away the sound of his bell and the somber chanting seemed to flow along with me.
Me hadn't walked ten meters when Me passed the convenience store and realized that Me didn't buy me smokes for the day. Glanced back towards the monk who was still chanting, then looked into the store again, shook me head, shrugged me shoulders and went to work.
Me no worried about me place on earth.
17 comments:
Hey, cheer up there SM. How was charm school?
And The Princess Academy?
Beating a funk is simple. It only takes a simeple change of attitude and the funk vanishes. The trick- embrace the funk. A funk blocks joy, but if you find joy in the funk then it defeats itself. A solitary person is never lonely; the blind never have seen Gigli; the deaf have never had to endure a Spice Girls song. What seems bad is a blessing if applied in the proper context so enjoy your funk and watch it fade away. Of couese, if you enjoy it too much you will find yourself missing the funk when it goes and may find yourself in a new funk. A Funky Catch-22 if you will.
Good. its a sign from the universe to quit smoking and live longer :)
xx
pinks
Funks suck. It does work for me to embrace it, analyze it, work it, and become one with it. Then, soon enough, it's out the window and I'm asking myself what all the excitement was in the first place. Of course, Charm School and the Princess Academy help, too.
VE~ Tryin to figure a way to tell you all about the adventures of "charm school" without pissing some people off.
lbb~ Unfortunately no princesses to be found. It were more like the Banshee acadamy.
Kanreei~ That's some funk, that funk-22
Pinks~ Me thinks the way me shoots off me mouth will get me killed way before tobacco can do the job.
SJ (Sensible Jedi)your Padawan understands and will try not to let the dark side take over.
Scary, you performed a good deed.
I smoke, too, and I would shrug my own shoulders, much as what you'll see if you look to the right of this comment.
then, I move on. as for the other post, well- it'll find it's own way, you know it?
I was happy to read this one.
yup.
a good deed is worth 2 in the bushes, so long as you go unpunished.
or, not...
B-)
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me thinking this is an omen for you to quit smoking. 'nuff said! *wink I only say that cuz I like you you know... =]
The UK has anti-smoking ads, anti-smoking gum, anti-smoking patches etc, but no anti-smoking monks. He sounds effective though. Maybe we should get some.
The patches only work if you stick them over your eyes, so you can't find the cigars.
Kate~ The omen be to make more money, not quit smoking.
Romulus~ Good idea with the patches, but me be prettysure me could sniff 'em out.
P.S. Thanks for the llama song. The damned things been running aroung me brain since april!
STOMP!!!!!!!
think you should tell us about charm school even if you piss some people off. Piss on 'em if they're pissed off, I say.
I can send you some good anti-seizure drugs to knock you out of your funk. Lord knows, they're knocking me for a loop, down to the ground rolling around, mostly unconscious.
I saw a monk smoking. I think he chanted a bit, took your change and bought his own smokes.
Those are moments in life that I ponder more than any one "big" thing. There is a lot of poetry in the mundane and small disappointments of the day just as much as the victories.
Looks like you have one pull down menu going. Cool.
Scary Baby,
If we sew up your lips you won't be able to shoot or smoke!I'm not mean. I'm just helpful ;)
Walking, moving, jumping, bouncing and STOMPING are good ways to elevate the endorphins and remove funks
Also...I let to set a big goal that I really deeply want to accomplish and then break it down to baby steps - or in your case, stomps - and take one baby stomp at a time. it helps me to feel positive about the future and to see the now as a trajectory towards it.
and when all else fails sometimes its good to just cuddle up and be funky for awhile instead of fighting it.
xx
PS - did you like the chanting?
HUGS! are good for funks...
HUGS!!
I would place a gallon of gasoline and a book of matches in front of him. Then I would give him $10 and see what he does.
Pug Tha's too twisted, even for you Me four legged friend.
STRIKE-Floom!
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