The inside of my head has been an annoying place to be as of late. The bulk of my self-talk centres around despondency and frustration and the GIANT gap between what I’m doing and what I want to be doing – including my ability to add to my Tao Te Ching commentaries here. Grumble… I’m … More ToV 21 – Grumble Grumble …Ah!
Threads of thought tangled tight in my chest. Pain in taunt chords, keeps me from sleep. I search for the pill that will start their loosening. A remedy of peace, for my life, in pieces. I read a story about a man with a zit. He asked the doctor: “What do I do?” “Let it … More Sohbet – Insomniatic
How many drugs does it take to stop the thinking? What sedative will still this soul? The nights are long; the stories in my head are short. Sadness in loops, feeding back to sadness. Short circuts, shortcircuting my sleep. I read a story about a man with a zit. Asked the doctor: “What do I … More Sohbet – insomnia, festering
“My friend, wait by the wayside. Linger a while by the wayside and see, I’ll come wandering by there in no time. Wait by the wayside for me.” I’m so drawn by the call of these lines in the opening of Scott Cook’s song Wayside. I’ve been lying these hot summer nights, staring at the … More Wandering Wayside…