Wordle using words from my little poem, "Path Waves"

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A Christmas Story, hands down!

Edgar Allen Poe! I actually saw a guy read some of Poe's works from memory at Lazy Daze Coffee House before the Irvington Ghost Tour. But it just isn't the same. On second thought, how would I know it isn't the same? That's the question of the day, I suppose.

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From Meditations For Women Who Do Too Much by Anne Wilson Schaef:

August 16

"However, one cannot put a quart in a pint cup." (Charlotte Perkins Gilman)

There is a Zen story about a ac ollege professor who came to a Zen master seeking knowledge. The old Zen master looked over the professor carefully and then asked a student to go fetch her a pot of tea and two cups. She then placed a cup in front of the professor and began to pour. The tea filled the cup and spilled out over the table. Seeing this, the professor shouted, "Stop, can't you see the cup is full? It can hold no more!" The old Zen master smiled and said, "And so it is with you. Your mind, too, is full of too many things. Only when you empty it will there be room for more knowledge to come in."

Asking for help is a way of "emptying" our lives. Stopping and seeing that our lives have become too full may well be the beginning of a process that can empty us and make way for new ways of being.

My cup runneth over may in some contexts be a declaration of disaster. Emptying is fully as important as filling.

In my "Meditations for Beginners" GAIAM DVD there's an interview with the meditation and yoga leader on the program, Maritza. She talks about how, as a young person, she used to go outside her family's home and look around her and up at the stars and just be still. She said she must have had the soul of a yogi from the beginning. This reminds me of my quiet time when I was a kid and teenager. I always called it my "thinking time." I never even heard the term "meditation" until many years later. If inside the house, I would just lie on my bed and think about stuff. That's it! Then sometimes, if the weather was okay, I would go outside and sit on our backyard swing. Again, I'd just sit there and think about stuff, look around me, listen to wind and other sounds of nature and man and, sometimes, just think about nothing, or maybe I wasn't even thinking. I think this is what kept me sane through my teen years. Well, that and writing. I need to reincorporate both of these practices back into my life. Sure, the meditation DVDs and CDs will help, I'm sure, but sometimes I need to simply stop, sit or lie down ~ maybe even stand! ~ and think about stuff or nothing or not think at all.