Resisting a Rest

It all started with a hole in the wall,

a hole in the wall shouldn’t be there at all…

(yes,

I borrowed these lines from Dr. Seuss,

from my favourite book of his,

and altered them slightly,

to suit…)

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Hole in the wall

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My crisis

probably began before

I found that hole in the wall…

but that hole…

it screamed for me.

How I dealt with finding it…

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Cave

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screamed at me.

It

told a story…

said

something along the lines of…

(because it can be hard to figure out what is actually being said when screaming is involved in the conversation)

why must you always find the funny side of things which instill you with a quiet dread…

why must laugh in the face of that which is fearful,

be creative with what seems destructive,

why do you push to see the upside of that which is pulling you down,

why…

here’s where I took a break and consulted an online oracle,

because that’s the sort of silly thing I do…

the silly things I do often make me aware of the serious I’m avoiding by doing the silly.

This ridiculous online oracle told me that I was being a clown…

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you clown around

while your world falls apart,

because…

you’d rather enjoy the moment

than wallow in a self-pity party?

because…

frankly…

your worse will never be as worse as the worst worse can get.

Even with a big hole in the wall…

the wall is still standing,

and doing it proudly,

perhaps it is proud because it has a hole in it.

If it didn’t have the hole in it…

it’d just be any old wall

and I wouldn’t notice it

but with the hole it is

holding my attention as it holds itself up,

showing me that it is

an extraordinary feat of physics…

or whatever.

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β€œIt all began with a shoe on the wall. A shoe on the wall shouldn’t be there at all.”
― Dr. Seuss, Wacky Wednesday

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6 thoughts on “Resisting a Rest

  1. Hahaha. πŸ˜€ “I do not like them. I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them in a tree. I do not like them in the sea. I do not like them here or there. I do not like them anywhere. I do not like them Sam-I-Am. I do not like green eggs and ham.” (I think I may have gotten some of that wrong.) I think Dr Suess was probably making creative out of destructive, or lemonade out of lemons or the “See Spot Run” series gave him nightmares. He could see the hoofprint next to his bed. (Get it? πŸ™‚ Yup. I’m a punny little geek. Or is that puny?) I like it when one thing leads to another. πŸ™‚

    Yikes. I’m going to give myself nightmares. Good luck with that hole in your wall. And, great looking kitchen. πŸ™‚

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    1. I once had a dream/nightmare while staying at a roadside motel just outside of Lyon (France) where a Wocket got outside of my pocket and tried to strangle me for my ginger ale. I still haven’t forgotten that incident which never actually happened other than in that sphere known as sleeping imagination. That ginger ale must have been powerful stuff!

      That hole in the wall of the kitchen… it has a life of its own which speaks of lives it lived before I lived here. I’m getting a little less panicky about it every day and kind of feeling its vibe. πŸ™‚

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      1. That happens to me, too. I’ll get all wound up thinking about all the stuff that needs to be dealt with, like wall holes or leaking showers or whatever. Most of the time, I don’t need to. I get to them as I can, when I can. And sometimes, I have to leave them, because I have to consider the fix, or even if it needs a fix. But oh my. I do dislike that stage where I’m trying to get everything done, right now. It seems that I have to re-learn the calming down part every time. Yuck. If you’re starting to feel its vibe then maybe you just have to consider it for a while. πŸ™‚ I have to say though, that if I had found that hole, I’d probably be freaking out about it at first.

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        1. I agree about needing to consider the fix. I like to take time to imagine doing it before I actually do it, and imagine all the ways of doing it, mostly because in the past I rushed in and later found out I’d made more of a mess because I’d missed details and options, and really wasn’t prepared for the job. Occasionally as you live with something it becomes a friend and it’s a pity to fix it πŸ˜‰

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  2. I don’t think i grasped what you intended to write, but i do like the “be creative with what seems destructive”motto, hard to put into practive but essential if you want to survive- there are the situations where i run out of sense of humour and lose my marbles…Nice to read you again!

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    1. I was intending anything when I wrote this which is perhaps why it’s not there to be grasped πŸ™‚

      Seeing the creative side of what appears destructive is definitely survival mode enabled… but what exactly are we trying to survive, is it really as destructive as it appears, and are we being as creative with it as we think we are or feel we need to be or is our creativity something else? Is the destruction something else?

      Perspective is an intriguing puzzle.

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