a chair is: June 2010

Monday, June 28, 2010

Checking In After Too Long...

Well, the project of my last entry some 3 months ago went nowhere. I haven't lost a single pound, in fact I fluctuate upward a pound or two. I guess I just don't have the mindset I cultivated last year which enabled me to reach the goal I set. I feel good where I am, I like the way my clothes fit, I like the way I feel when I move. The notion that I could feel even better, look better....seems greedy somehow. I feel like I should be grateful to have accomplished what I did last year, enjoy where I am.

My chief issue is exercise. I still can't make it what I want it to be: an integral part of my day, like brushing my teeth, drinking tea. Even though I know that exercise has far-reaching, almost amazing benefits. Not only for weight loss and maintenance, but for mood issues, cognitive health, longevity - quality and quantity of life. To read the latest research, getting a variety of exercise is a panacea.

I know all this. And still it's a struggle getting myself away from writing, from making art, from reading - getting myself up and moving. I shall keep trying, though.
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I've been feeling pretty stressed lately - after my winterlong retreat (which was wonderfully relaxing and recharging, I plan to do it again) I began to accrue commitments and responsibilities that, when listed, floored me. I wasn't supposed to do that.

And my house is pretty cluttered, especially my work areas, and that's just a big energy suck.

I listed all that I'm doing, many projects, deadlines, events that culminate in the fall. Here's what I wrote in my journal about that:

Still feeling overwhelmed, but realizing that I have a choice about how I look at these things. I realized that this is exactly what happens when I’m faced with decluttering. I am constantly seeing the whole picture of what must be done and it is overwhelming. I really need to understand how to focus on parts of the big picture. Otherwise I am stunned and paralyzed. Inertia. There must be something positive about being able to visualize the whole of things, so I don’t want to lose that ability. I just want to control it. Otherwise I’m just doomed to feeling the hopelessness of trying to accomplish it all.

A full and rich life will have a wide range of details and activities, I think. Do I really want it all to be finished and have nothing scheduled, nothing to be involved in creating? Of course not. I have to learn how to view the richness of my life in a different way. And that’s a start, right there...using the phrase ‘the richness of my life’ instead of thinking of it as ‘the overwhelming number of things I’m committed to doing.’

And there you go - that's what I'm thinking about today.

Organizing Books I Like

It's Hard to Make a Difference When You Can't Find Your Keys by Marilyn Paul

Official chair is...
Folk Song & Folk Tale

Why an official blog folk song & tale?

There's A Hole in the Bucket

There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.

So fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
So fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.

With what should I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I fix it, dear Liza, with what?

With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, with straw.

But the straw is too long, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The straw is too long, dear Liza, too long.

So cut it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
So cut it dear Henry, dear Henry, cut it!

With what should I cut it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I cut it, dear Liza, with what?

Use the hatchet, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Use the hatchet, dear Henry, the hatchet.

But the hatchet's too dull, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The hatchet's too dull, dear Liza, too dull.

So, sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
So sharpen it dear Henry, dear Henry, sharpen it!

With what should I sharpen it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I sharpen, dear Liza, with what?

Use the stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Use the stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, the stone.

But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry.

So wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
So wet it dear Henry, dear Henry, wet it.

With what should I wet it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I wet it, dear Liza, with what?

With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, water.

With what should I carry it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I carry it dear Liza, with what?

Use the bucket dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Use the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, the bucket!

But...there's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza...

The Old Woman
and Her Pig

ONCE upon a time an old woman was sweeping her little house, when, to her great joy, she found a silver sixpence.

"What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I think I will go to market and buy a pig." So the next day she went to market and bought a nice little white pig. She tied a string to one of the pig's legs and began to drive him home.

On the way the old woman and her pig came to a stile, and she said:

"Please, pig, get over the stile."

But the pig would not.

Just then a little dog came trotting up, and the old woman said to him:

"Dog, dog, bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile,
And I sha'n't get home to-night."

But the dog would not. So the old woman held up her stick, and said:

"Stick, stick, beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile,
And I sha'n't get home to-night."

But the stick would not.

So the old woman gathered some bits of wood together to make a fire, and set them on fire, and then threw her stick into the fire and said:

"Fire, fire, burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile,
And I sha'n't get home to-night."

But the fire would not.

So the old woman fetched a pail of water that was standing near and said:

"Water, water, quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile,
And I sha'n't get home to-night."

But the water would not.

Then the old woman saw an ox coming; so she said:

"Ox, ox, drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't bum stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't go;
I see by the moonlight
It's long past midnight;
Time pig and I were home an hour and a half ago."

But the ox would not.

So the old woman turned around and saw a butcher, and she said:

"Butcher, butcher, kill ox;
Ox won't drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't go.
I see by the moonlight
It's long past midnight;
Time pig and I were home an hour and a half ago."

But the butcher would not.

So the old woman took a rope out of her pocket, and said:

"Rope, rope, hang butcher;
Butcher won't kill ox;
Ox won't .drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't go.
I see by the moonlight
It's long past midnight;
Time pig and I were home an hour and a half ago."

But the rope would not.

Just then a large brown mouse ran across the meadow, and she said:

"Mouse, mouse, gnaw rope;
Rope won't hang butcher;
Butcher won't kill ox;
Ox won't drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't go.
I see by the moonlight
It's long past midnight;
Time pig and I were home an hour and a half ago."

"Yes," said the mouse, "I will, if you will give me some cheese."

So the old woman put her hand in her pocket and found a nice piece of cheese; and when the mouse had eaten it:

The mouse began to gnaw the rope,
The rope began to hang the butcher,
The butcher began to kill the ox,
The ox began to drink the water,
The water began to quench the fire,
The fire began to burn the stick,
The stick began to beat the dog,
The dog began to bite the pig,
And the pig began to go.

But what time the old woman and her pig got home you, nor I, nor nobody knows.

--Tales of Laughter (1902), eds. Kate Douglas Wiggin and Nora Archibald Smith

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Monday, June 28, 2010

Checking In After Too Long...

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Official chair is...
Folk Song & Folk Tale

There's A Hole in the Bucket

The Old Woman
and Her Pig

a chair is

Monday, June 28, 2010

Checking In After Too Long...

Links

Organizing Books I Like

Previous Posts

Archives

Official chair is... Folk Song & Folk Tale

There's A Hole in the Bucket

The Old Womanand Her Pig

Official chair is...
Folk Song & Folk Tale

The Old Woman
and Her Pig