The music of the Pat Metheny Group has helped me get through a lot of heat of many days, but I can never remember there being so much heat to get through before. Here and now, there’s the heat of
In the heat of my writing this post, the ironically soothing “To the End of the World” is playing, which is helping me deal with the heat of a new day.
Can you see the heat of the day in these images?
I do believe we’re stronger together, but the heat of these days seems to be driving us apart.
In the heat of this day, I will be providing crisis services remotely and training a new social work intern to withstand the heat of the day at the hospital.
In the heat of the moment, I shall chill by looking for your comments on this “Heat of the Day” post.
In the heat of your day, please remember my gratitude for all, including YOU.
Last week, I asked people in a socially-distanced Coping and Healing group if they wanted to scream. Some said they did want to scream, but nobody screamed in group. When people are angry and frustrated, I sometimes suggest that they scream
I wore the Scream mask yesterday when we shopped at a local Whole Foods Market (which my friend Jenn calls “Whole Paycheck”). The week before, I wanted to scream at our local Stop & Shop because a shopper was walking around with no mask, unchallenged, and several employees (INCLUDING A STORE MANAGER!) had their noses hanging out of their masks. I might scream about that to our local Board of Health.
Do you see anything in these other photos from yesterday that makes you want to scream?
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Here’s another photo from Whole Foods:
People who party together these days without obeying social distancing make me want to SCREAM!
During the month of August, people usually scream with laughter at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, but not this year (which is screamingly apparent in this video by Laurie Black):
Here’s how Laurie Black introduces that video on YouTube:
This is Laurie Black, reporting from Edinburgh. Scenes on the ground here are unheard of – the streets are empty, shutters down, the silent discos are actually silent, and pipers are wearing facemasks… For the first time in 73 years, Edinburgh will *not* be welcoming performers and audiences from around the world, for 25 days in 300+ venues. That doesn’t mean you can’t still enjoy and support the arts – get involved at https://crowdfund.edfringe.com/fringe… and make an effort to look up some of your favourite Fringe artists and venues; follow them on social media; buy their merch; donate to their crowdfunder pages; and tune into their live-streamed performances. The show isn’t over, it’s just a dark day. See you in 2021!
Here‘s a video from my Edinburgh Fringe show last year:
Feel free to scream about anything you choose in the comments section, below.
Thanks for following and supporting one of your favourite Fringe artists here.
Since I recovered from COVID-19 in March, I’ve been working non-stop.
Yesterday, a hard-working friend texted me that I should take a vacation and I replied “What is this ‘vacation’ that you speak of?”
As foreign as the concept seems, I will be getting a vacation from work to spend time with my son, who has finished up his school work for the year in Scotland.
Now it’s time to work this post with photos that show different ways of working it.
I had trouble working that dish by Michael into a recent post, so there it is, working it here and now.
There are several versions of the Beatles’ “We Can Work it Out” working it on YouTube, including here and here.
I’m looking forward to seeing our government working it better in future months and I’m looking forward to people working it in a comment, below.
I share my thoughts and feelings, hoping that also helps you in some way.
This is the place for me to say this: before you step into 2020, be sure to cancel your subscriptions to other people’s drama and negativity, but please do not cancel your subscription to The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” — Rabindranath Tagore
“I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate and those that I guard I do not love.” — William Butler Yeats
” Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility.” — St. Augustine
“It is better to have your heads in the clouds and know where you are … than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.” — Henry David Thoreau
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” — Edward Abbey
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.” — John Lubbock
“Clouds do not really look like camels or sailing ships or castles in the sky. They are simply a natural process at work. So too, perhaps, are our lives.” — Roger Ebert
“Mirth is like a flash of lightening, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.” — Joseph Addison
“Let the people on both sides keep their self-possession, and just as other clouds have cleared away in due time, so will this, and this great nation will continue to prosper as before.” — Abraham Lincoln
“I, like everybody else, have a certain fear of heights, and I have to be very careful when I’m in the clouds, but it is also what I love; it is my domain, so when you love something, you don’t have fear.” —Philippe Petit
“Who cares about the clouds when we’re together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.” — Dale Evans
Do you see any clouds in these other recent photos?
Here‘s another song that’s hovering in the clouds of this post, above:
If you were to comment on this post, I’d be on Cloud 9.
Now it’s time to end this post in a cloud of gratitude, so thanks and happy trails to all who help me find my way through the clouds to blog every day, including YOU.
Does that mean I care too much? Or have too many cares? I’m not sure, but I do care to tell you that I just woke up from a dream where I said the word “kill” (as in “Did that make you want to kill them?”) which was overheard by somebody I knew, who then dropped to the floor in obvious emotional pain and crawled laboriously away (like a snake) down a hallway, as her husband told me not to care about her reaction. He said, “This happens and she’s just going somewhere to pull herself together.”
When I was driving to work the other day, my attention was attracted by a story on the radio about how Christmas lights on a vehicle are illegal because they distract and attract too much attention. The reporter said, “The animal in us notices everything that moves.”
Yesterday, when I was distracted by all the activity in the hall outside the group room (which I could see through the glass door), I invited the group members to do a mindfulness exercise where we noticed what attracted our attention and then stayed with that. What attracted my attention was not the activity outside the room, but rather the little ripples in my water bottle that was standing on the table and reflecting the movements in the room. Those ripples totally kept my attention throughout the mindfulness exercise.
What attracts my attention these days includes:
movement,
danger,
anger,
loud noises,
mysteries,
stress,
trauma,
pain,
politics,
faces,
the unexpected,
color,
light, and
the things in these photos:
That giant Santa cookie might have attracted my attention, but I didn’t buy it. However, I did buy some black and white chocolate drizzled popcorn, which attracted my attention way too much last night.
