Saturday, January 10, 2015

1.10.15 Dragged Along Behind Us All Day Long




Photo: Some days are full and bright and smooth
while others start right out at the gate
 stilted, fraught with mishaps, heartrends
small natural disasters and bills; 
the grinding effort of how to manage it at all

And still, we know we are one of  the many 
microbe ant bear tree human
that came before; and shall come after
finding ourselves tucked into this

Yet, it is all these things, in the midst of
who we are and how we are being
and seeing and feeling,  that 
Involve the kind of filter we unfortunately

Selected from our bureau top or
fell upon as we crawled from sleep
or adhered to our foot, like an errant slip of
 trailing toilet paper that we
 drag along all through out day


Some days are full and bright and 
smooth while others start right out at the
  gate stilted, fraught with 
mishaps, heartrends ; small 
natural disasters and bills, the grinding 
effort of how to manage it at all

And still, we know we are
 one of  the many : microbe 
ant bear tree human that 
came before; and shall come after
finding ourselves tucked into this

Yet, it is all these things, in the midst of
who we are and how we are being
 seeing and feeling,  that 
involve the 
kind of filter we unfortunately

Selected from our bureau top or
fell upon as we crawled from sleep
or matched to our tie or shirt
or simply adhered to our foot like an errant slip of
 trailing toilet paper that is
 dragged along behind us all day long

Friday, January 9, 2015

1.9.15 Thoughts on PTSD, Choices, Awareness, Cannabis, and Related Matters

Photo: Thoughts on PTSD and Related Matters
     When you are allowed the blessed freedom, and the arching solitude, to honor whatever your body can or cannot manage to do, why then, some days reveal themselves as restoration days. Rest rest resting days. Which often culminate, in the latter part of the day, with some reward of battery recharged. Enough for a few household chores, and a dog romp outside, as the sun sets and night approaches.
      One of the interesting things one learns, if one has been taken down by certain conditions, is the newly intimate relationship between unconscious stressful responses/choices of thought/action, and the physical impact upon the body. As if everything is quieter and simpler, so you begin to notice the cause and effect of things.
      Hence, there emerges a great and remarkable feedback system, where even the smallest seismic alterations are perceived, responded to, and choices of action/thought are changed in response to what is most beneficial for the body.
     Kind of like the stereotype of the holy person in the cave, who of course can be more present than when they're driving on the freeway, picking up groceries, mentally reconfiguring the bills and budget, and dulling awareness of their aching back and exhaustion.
     You know how the more you get to know a chicken or a crow or a bug or someone you did not expect depth of relationship with, the more complex and close and responsive the relationship becomes? Your intent and theirs, the time you spend, creates increased complexity.
      With healing from PTSD, a similar dynamic occurs, if one is lucky enough to be able to significantly shift exposures to triggers, and calm everybody the heck down. The awareness of WHAT sets things off, and WHEN they are getting set off, and the extravagance to be able to respond to the setting off, increases.
     Yet,  I would say that the MOST significant problem with PTSD is in the INABILITY TO PHYSICALLY MANAGE MEMORY EXTINCTION. The damaged of parts of the brain (from trauma) related to memory extinction. The normal capacity we and other living beings have, to break down memories so that they fade. Away.
       If someone has developed PTSD from whatever crappy origin, the areas of the brain that do this are damaged. Ripped up. And the memories stay ALIVE as if they happened yesterday. So it's not 'psychological', this aspect, but PHYSICAL. There increasingly occurs this flooding of SO MANY MEMORIES crushing themselves into the present day, or present moment, which is simply not possible to tolerate. Thus, there are many very predictable secondary aspects of PTSD. 
        It took me a long long time to realize that overdoing it, and going on beyond for important situations and living as you WANTED to be able to, as opposed to what you actually could manage, sets us up for Adrenal Fatigue. And if we race far enough off the cliff, while remaining oblivious to how far we are going to crash, we can end up pretty spent. PTSD fosters this whole vulnerability. To overreach. To over react. To  underestimate. To dull out ways we feel so we can function as we think we should. All nice ingredients in a disastrous direction.
       There are so many tools that help with this, including supplements like GABA, Phosphytidyl Serine, Theanine, 5htp, and more. There are so many herbs like Skullcap and Chamomile and Gotu Kola and Holy Basil, and a range of Chinese herbal combinations.  There is EKG neurofeedback, which is remarkable, slow, cumulative, and often you can find a therapist who can't bill for the neurofeedback, but can see  you and do neuro and bill for therapy session. There are BMC practitioners who can help repair the brain and body in so many ways. There is EMDR and EFT, both of which, once you become familiar, can be so incrementally useful and helpful. And then there are types of mindfulness that are especially helpful in ongoing groups, where one learns  one aspect, and then another, gently, until the repetition and homework begin to enable you to integrate some very nice tools.
        But some of the most exciting news related to PTSD is regarding  CANNIBUS , and great success with some very sedating strains of medical marijuana, CBD dominant strains, watching the herbal cannibus actually REPAIR these places in the brain, so that memory extinction begins to happen. This is not drugged memory impairment, or other bandaids, many of which are very valuable supplements. This is physical repair. 
        PTSD is a lot like the injured arms and backs and legs of my old clients, where, in order to heal, the reactive, damaged, over-utilized nerves would have to be left alone to heal; no zapping. If they avoided zapping, and they got worked on, they would HEAL. And then the client could begin, very judiciously, to use the limb. If they did too much too fast, it just cost them more money, because we would have to work on everything longer. They usually got the gist after a few zapped times.
          Mindfulness, or common sense, can be great for PTSD, or wonderful in conjunction with therapy and other components. Acknowledging a trigger or a memory or a feeling, being with it for a bit, watching it pass away like  a cloud, and then turning our focus to something else, works very well with practice. 
           Lovingly helping ourselves become immersed in something easy peasy and soothing, or useful, like doing the acknowledging thing with a zap, and then watch it go by, and then look down into the dish water as you wash the dishes, really just washing dishes and watching the sunlight glisten on the soap bubbles, feeling your feet on the floor and your legs and hips and torso and shoulders and head, brings you nicely into the present moment, in which everything is a bit more manageable than awhile ago or speculative thoughts of the future.
      And beginning to get the cause and effect of , yeah, too much news, or too much FB, or too many phone conversations or the actual cost of going above and beyond what you can FEEL your body struggling about; really getting the memo, and deciding to sit up and take notice, and respond as well as possible under the circumstance to what you actually need, is the very coolest most powerful thing.

Thoughts on PTSD, Choices, Awareness, Cannabis, and  Related Matters
     When you are allowed the blessed freedom, and the arching solitude, to honor whatever your body can or cannot manage to do, why then, some days reveal themselves as restoration days. Rest rest resting days. Which often culminate, in the latter part of the day, with some reward of battery recharged. Enough for a few household chores, and a dog romp outside, as the sun sets and night approaches.
      One of the interesting things one learns, if one has been taken down by certain conditions, is the newly intimate relationship between unconscious stressful responses/choices of thought/action, and the physical impact upon the body. As if everything is quieter and simpler, so you begin to notice the cause and effect of things.
      Hence, there emerges a great and remarkable feedback system, where even the smallest seismic alterations are perceived, responded to, and choices of action/thought are changed in response to what is most beneficial for the body.
     Kind of like the stereotype of the holy person in the cave, who of course can be more present than when they're driving on the freeway, picking up groceries, mentally reconfiguring the bills and budget, and dulling awareness of their aching back and exhaustion.
     You know how the more you get to know a chicken or a crow or a bug or someone you did not expect depth of relationship with, the more complex and close and responsive the relationship becomes? Your intent and theirs, the time you spend, creates increased complexity.
      With healing from PTSD, a similar dynamic occurs, if one is lucky enough to be able to significantly shift exposures to triggers, and calm everybody the heck down. The awareness of WHAT sets things off, and WHEN they are getting set off, and the extravagance to be able to respond to the setting off, increases.
     Yet,  I would say that the MOST significant problem with PTSD is in the INABILITY TO PHYSICALLY MANAGE MEMORY EXTINCTION. The damaged of parts of the brain (from trauma) related to memory extinction. The normal capacity we and other living beings have, to break down memories so that they fade. Away.
       If someone has developed PTSD from whatever crappy origin, the areas of the brain that do this are damaged. Ripped up. And the memories stay ALIVE as if they happened yesterday. So it's not 'psychological', this aspect, but PHYSICAL. There increasingly occurs this flooding of SO MANY MEMORIES crushing themselves into the present day, or present moment, which is simply not possible to tolerate. Thus, there are many very predictable secondary aspects of PTSD.
        It took me a long long time to realize that overdoing it, and going on beyond for important situations and living as you WANTED to be able to, as opposed to what you actually could manage, sets us up for Adrenal Fatigue. And if we race far enough off the cliff, while remaining oblivious to how far we are going to crash, we can end up pretty spent. PTSD fosters this whole vulnerability. To overreach. To over react. To  underestimate. To dull out ways we feel so we can function as we think we should. All nice ingredients in a disastrous direction.
       There are so many tools that help with this, including supplements like GABA, Phosphytidyl Serine, Theanine, 5htp, and more. There are so many herbs like Skullcap and Chamomile and Gotu Kola and Holy Basil, and a range of Chinese herbal combinations.  There is EKG neurofeedback, which is remarkable, slow, cumulative, and often you can find a therapist who can't bill for the neurofeedback, but can see  you and do neuro and bill for therapy session. There are BMC practitioners who can help repair the brain and body in so many ways. There is EMDR and EFT, both of which, once you become familiar, can be so incrementally useful and helpful. And then there are types of mindfulness that are especially helpful in ongoing groups, where one learns  one aspect, and then another, gently, until the repetition and homework begin to enable you to integrate some very nice tools.
        But some of the most exciting news related to PTSD is regarding  CANNABiS , and great success with some very sedating strains of medical marijuana, CBD dominant strains, watching the herbal cannabis actually REPAIR these places in the brain, so that memory extinction begins to happen. This is not drugged memory impairment, or other bandaids, many of which are very valuable supplements. This is physical repair.
        PTSD is a lot like the injured arms and backs and legs of my old clients, where, in order to heal, the reactive, damaged, over-utilized nerves would have to be left alone to heal; no zapping. If they avoided zapping, and they got worked on, they would HEAL. And then the client could begin, very judiciously, to use the limb. If they did too much too fast, it just cost them more money, because we would have to work on everything longer. They usually got the gist after a few zapped times.
          Mindfulness, or common sense, can be great for PTSD, or wonderful in conjunction with therapy and other components. Acknowledging a trigger or a memory or a feeling, being with it for a bit, watching it pass away like  a cloud, and then turning our focus to something else, works very well with practice.
           Lovingly helping ourselves become immersed in something easy peasy and soothing, or useful, like doing the acknowledging thing with a zap, and then watch it go by, and then look down into the dish water as you wash the dishes, really just washing dishes and watching the sunlight glisten on the soap bubbles, feeling your feet on the floor and your legs and hips and torso and shoulders and head, brings you nicely into the present moment, in which everything is a bit more manageable than awhile ago or speculative thoughts of the future.
      And beginning to get the cause and effect of , yeah, too much news, or too much FB, or too many phone conversations or the actual cost of going above and beyond what you can FEEL your body struggling about; really getting the memo, and deciding to sit up and take notice, and respond as well as possible under the circumstance to what you actually need, is the very coolest most powerful thing.

     

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

1.6.15 Cold? Has Not Even Thought of Us Yet

Photo: What a long day, and a quiet one, as we went about doing the things that must be done, sliding along the unshoveled path-of-icey-footprints to get from house to car to house again, the skies littered at times with confused looking Canadian Geese - or perhaps I make assumptions. 
     Yet, three were lurking in the snow on the University field where days ago there were hundreds, and often if I look overhead, there are disagreements and split efforts as flocks make an effort perhaps to decide if the snow is an impermanent thing, or if the cold winds to come will of necessity blow them all to warmer friendlier skies. 
    Still, our farmer's have fields planted with luscious green wintercrops, the best friends of Wild Turkey and Geese alike. 
     And down by the Connecticut's  outwaters, when the light is long gone and the stars have risen far above,  the overcast hiding the splendid moon,far into the night I can hear the trumpeting of late arrivals, as they prepare to land in the altogether, hoping  Fox and Coyote will shrink from the cold waters in favor of some somnolent juicy Rabbit or fiercely evident Mouse scurrying beneath the snows, unaware of the keen smell and hearing of Fox and Coyote and Owl and Hawk. 
     Cold cold the wind blows, and if we were shivering and whining before, why ,we are being brought the annual reminder that cold? Has not even thought of us yet.

     What a long day, and a quiet one, as we went about doing the things that must be done, 
sliding along the unshoveled path-of-icy-footprints to get from house to car to house again,
 the skies littered at times with confused looking Canadian Geese - or perhaps I make assumptions.

     Yet, three were lurking in the snow on the University field 
where days ago there were hundreds, 
and often if I look overhead, there are disagreements and split efforts 
as flocks make an effort perhaps to decide 
if the snow is an impermanent thing, 
or if the cold winds to come will of necessity 
blow them all to warmer friendlier skies.

    Still, our farmer's have fields planted with luscious green wintercrops, the best friends of Wild Turkey and Geese alike.

     And down by the Connecticut's  outwaters, when the light is long gone and the stars have risen far above,  the overcast hiding the splendid moon, 

far into the night I can hear the trumpeting of late arrivals, 
as they prepare to land in the altogether, 

hoping  Fox and Coyote will shrink from the cold waters 
in favor of some somnolent juicy Rabbit 
or fiercely evident Mouse scurrying beneath the snows,
 unaware of the keen smell and hearing 
of Fox and Coyote and Owl and Hawk.

     Cold cold the wind blows, 
and if we were shivering and whining before, 
why ,we are being brought the annual reminder
 that cold? 

Has not even thought of us yet.


1.6.14 Thank you To All Of You Who Write Me, From Near and Far

Photo: Thankyou to all of you who write me, from near and far. Who write because somehow my small wandering about , writing and taking photographs and considering that which we meet up with in our lives, brings interest or delight or solace. Write because you also have experienced a turn of events that has brought you up short, or continues to do so, despite your best efforts. Or write just to stop by and tell me that you enjoyed that tree, standing in the mist, in that evening dusk.

Thank you to all of you who write me, from near and far. 

Who write because somehow my small wandering about , 
writing and taking photographs 
and considering that which we meet up with in our lives, 
brings interest or delight or solace. 

Write because you also have experienced a 
turn of events that has brought you up short, 
or continues to do so, despite your best efforts.

Or write just to stop by and tell me that you
enjoyed that tree, standing in the mist, 
in that evening dusk.


Monday, January 5, 2015

1.5.14 I Once Saw Elizabeth Cotten Perform. I Was 22, and She Must Have Been Pushing 80

I once saw Elizabeth Cotten perform, Brattleboro, Vermont one dark winter's evening. 

Image result for Elizabeth Cotten

I was 22 and she must have been pushing 80. 
She wore a shawl and played at our local rabid music venue 
to a small crowd, 
warmed by her rich thick shawl, 
taking time to look up into the faces 
of the young ones surrounding her,
 starstuck, as she played and sang,
 and then I'm guessing, 
went to bed wishing it wasn't necessary 
for her to keep playing gigs. 

She looked tired and achey, 
and then sat 
and penetrated the room with her voice.

She was employed in Pete Seeger's household, took up guitar on her own, and being left handed, simply turned it upside down to play.
      Eventually she wrote many a song, the most famous being
"Freight Train", which I played on my 12 string and sang to my kids as they fell asleep. She also wrote "Going Down The Road Feeling Bad", which was then played by many another. What a gifted woman.

Going down the road feeling bad
honey babe Lord
Going down the road feeling bad
honey babe Lord
Going down the road feeling bad
I don't want to be treated this way

Girl I love done turned her back on me
honey babe Lord
Girl I love done turned her back on me
honey babe Lord
Girl I love done turned her back on me
I don't want to be treated this way

Thought I heard a whistle blow
honey babe Lord
Thought I heard a whistle blow
Thought I heard a whistle blow
Lord it blowed like it ain't gonna blow no more

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwdFhWNL0_M