totally cheating and a commercial interruption to boot
so I woke up at 4AM cuz I nodded off just after watching Pan's Labrynth which was just after getting home from work and eating dinner (salad again, yum... I love it when I am in the loving salad frame of mind as I've been all week... I physically feel so much lighter and less bloated, less sluggish, less like dead meat, but this is besides the point, maybe, of this entry) and started on my rounds of you wonderful people and got all caught up in commenting over at Serenity's Tide and decided to simply repeat myself here and call it yesterday's entry since I fell asleep (as noted above) before writing an entry last night... Pan's Labrynth was good, though note you must read the subtitles unless you understand Spanish fluently...
back to the comment that is soon to be this entry, almost, it probably helped that I went out for a run (I've really got to find the instruction book and read it and learn how to use this chronograph watch one of these days cuz it's got tons of features and I'm missing out on the statistical play it can inspire, not to mention that I am erasing the results before I actually see them all... dunderhead laughs, but at least I did see I was at under 12 minutes for each of the two laps I did and about 23:30 for the total two lap time... I then walked a lap in about 20 minutes and might have continued except I suddenly felt a touch of discomfort at leaving my wallet out... yeah, he's still here, but we'll catch up on home and life and everything else in tomorrow's entry {which will probably be written tonight} and you can catch up with the past week's worth of amazing stories so you don't feel left out of the journey I loosely call my life {in RealTime™, no less}... anyway, it felt great to run at 4AM again) and took a shower and felt all awake and relaxed and happy before I started wandering around the web this morning...
maybe now would be a good time to get back to the comment that is soon to be this entry (I wonder how many of you laugh at the same time I laugh... I think it would be so cool if we could have some sort of non-intrusive reaction meter, like each reader could click a few buttons to choose just how much access to give the writer in feedback and then (here's the technical almost sci-fi-ish stuff) we'd have computer software and hardware that had audio {and video for the not-shy} receptors and also a ring and sensors that read pulse and blood pressure and respirations and diaphragm movement and bowel movement {ok, maybe not bowel movement} and pupil dilation and nostril dilation and mouth movements and salivation and skin temperature and electromagnetic and biochemical reactions and {I did mention this part was sci-fi-ish, right?} and brain waves and for those really bold and open and secure, mind reading devices and I've wandered off on another tangent, haven't I?)...
aherm (throat clearing sound), what about that comment that was going to be this entry?... yeah, well, it is cheating (like totally to just use a comment written elsewhere for an entry, so maybe that's why I felt compelled to babble on to begin (or maybe it's just the adrenaline rush from running and the endorphins and seratonin and wonderful world of biochemical molecular and sub-atomic highs and peaceful bliss {not to mention the glee, never forget the glee} that we can enjoy in this physical life) thiscleverly disguised commercial, I mean totally cheating entry (so it's not so totally cheating after all anymore, aye?)...
yeah, the comment part is coming, I'm just testing your patience by letting my mind wander where it will go and putting words to the journey as I've been known to do from time to time... this entry is actually informative and not meant to be a commercial, but it's about a world of products that I am considering trying just cuz I like experimenting with my brain and this seems to offer a legal way to do it... and I don't think I qualify for medical marijuana... though I do think I would like to from time to time cuz it's the only externally induced high that I actually find myself missing when my mind wanders through it's memories of the days (and nights) of experimenting with the illegal brain games... some of the acids and newer chemicals might be fun to try too, but I've somehow become such a straight edge in my current decade that those days seem like ancient times... this is sort of related to the comment, by the way, in case you thought I was just digressing again...
not that digressing isn't the better part of valor, or something like that... digression is the better part of squalor... or is that repression?... yes, repression... repression is the better part of squalor... digression is the better part of babble... of course you can quote me, I mean, what am I - famous or something? (only in my mind, where it counts)... the clock is suggesting that I get ready for work, so by default, it's time to present the comment that would have been totally cheating if it had been this entire entry, but is now merely partially cheating, though still could be considered a commercial interruption... I'm lucky you love me, especially if you're British or Canadian, aye?...
ready?... ok, go:
if you all actually read this comment we might all learn something (cuz so many of you seem to enjoy research and analyzing things deeply) , but then, I expect most people will miss most of everything around them, so I leave this comment with a smirk and a grin and hopefully nobody in a stuffed shirt missed the point cuz of all the words and asides and teasing... see what happens when I wake up early?...
anyway...
always open to what seem to be more natural healing and health, I took a look at what people at Wikipedia say about this Dr. Bach (not withstanding the name, Bach, being the name of the author {Richard Bach} of one of my favorite books, Illusions, ever that I just happen to be grazing through these days) and found someone who appears to be someone I would have like to have met in spite of the fact that he may have been British (ok, I just woke up with mischief and irreverence meters turned up way high... if you don't know Monty Python, you won't get the humor in this as I am relating to the way the Pythons used 'the French'... but that’s not to say the British are uptight or anyway, I mean, it’s just coinsidence that the International Stress Management Association is in South Petherton, right?... anyway, back to the serious matter at hand, flowers)...
so I moseyed on over to the Bach Center and found Bach (the doctor, not Richard) was a bacteriologist and pathologist who gave up his lucrative practice to devote the rest of his life to the new system of medicine that he was sure could be found in nature... noble and crazy (by normal human standards), I like him already...
of course there are many learned minds who’d question the sanity of a doctor who convinces himself that he has a disease, mental or physical, and then finds a flower that cures that particular disease he gave himself... not to mention the fact that he died at 50 years old, which, even though life expectancy was shorter in 1936, does not bode well for his overall health practices since he was his own guinea pig...
still, being a supporter of medical marijuana and other herbal, flower, and natural remedies for what ails us, I went to the front door of the center and read on a bit...
I especially wanted to know just what Vincent was suggesting so I asked myself, What is Rescue Remedy? and as is so often the case, the internet answered... it seems to contain the following flower petals:
Rock Rose for terror and panic
Impatiens for irritation and impatience
Clematis for inattentiveness and to counteract faintness
Star of Bethlehem for shock
Cherry Plum for irrational thoughts and lack of self control
dontcha just love nomenclature and language?... gotta wonder if the first person who named things secretly knew their hidden uses and gave them names that kinda went along with their purpose... then I started wondering if Little Jack Horner pulled out a Cherry Plum and not just an ordinary everyday run of the mill plum... that might be why he felt better after words, but let’s get back to the matter at hand...
what's that?... oh yes, flower petals... anybody else thinking about Zuzu?... you know, Zuzu's petals... what?... you don't instantly think of It's A Wonderful life on the spur of the moment at random times throughout your life?... oh, I thought everybody did (I'll un-widen my eyes now)... maybe you were thinking of the band...
all in all, from my hours of impromptu and irreverent research, Dr. Bach, while he may seem a bit kooky to some, or many even, seems to have created a whole line of products that have enough respectability to be sold in over 65 countries (based on human judgment though, well, never mind) so I'm gonna give this idea a thumbs up... sadly, it seems he only explored flowers in Britain, in fact, in a rather small local area, not to say that the British do not have flowers worth exploring, but imagine what he might have found and discovered if expanded his search parameters and he'd used his instincts and knowledge to explore rainforests (where I personally think the relative cures for everything can be found, but then, I'm crazy by normal human standards too so take two grains of salt and call me in the morning)...
so now we're all asking "where can I get these wonderful flower petals?...
well, apparently, way back before they had a TV show, Dr. Bach (is it just coincidence it rhymes with Spock?) contacted The Nelsons to help distribute his flower remedies and they still do, in spite of taking time out in the 1950’s to do a TV show... now how can we fine nostalgic Americans question Ozzie and Harriet?... they (The family Nelsons) have been at this homeopathic medicine gig for almost 150 years... you can even find the nearest actual store closest to you that carries Nelson products (I’ve been to the one listed near me many times and who knew they carried this stuff) so you can talk to nice people (cuz only nice people work in healthy stores that sell flowers and herbs and health foods, right?... but really, at least you can look into someone’s eyes before you eat the flower just in case it sends you on some magical mystery tour or bad trip, even)...
the best thing about the whole searching I did for you and me and anyone paying attention tonight is there’s a way to take a quiz and find out what flowers are best for you... The Nelsons sell flower remedies and the essence of individual flowers all over the world (65 countries), so to know exactly buy the flowers individually, click on this: here you are (the site is especially translated into US English, as opposed to that strange language they speak over in Britain... though they include Canadians in this, so that might make one questions it’s credibility right off the bat... ah, I miss living in Toronto, really I do... except for the weather nine months of the year, and the local constabulary, but I digress)...
seriously, use the “remedy chooser” on that page in the ‘here you are’ link and answer the questions honestly (that is the true secret to healing, by the way, but humans aren’t ready for that leap of faith just yet so it’s good there are the flower petals ya know) and they’ll tell you which flowers are best for you...
for more info (as if you haven't read enough already), here's the research they are doing... and the Bach Center has even more info too... aren't you happy Vincent suggested it?...
I might just try some myself next time I’m at the store...
end of comment portion :)
now go about your regularly scheduled day and have a wonderful time doing it (it's totally up to you, you know... unless you don't know, in which case it's still totally up to you, but unawareness muddles the actuality... hopefully that doesn't happen to you too often, but it is part of this being human thing, or so I am told, so as you practice your human stuff, don't forget that much of it is a fool's game that wastes potential and time and energy and the real reality {and answers and cures too) is (and are) all in your mind)...
much love and a big hug for you, dear reading person, and thank you for spending this time with me :)
back to the comment that is soon to be this entry, almost, it probably helped that I went out for a run (I've really got to find the instruction book and read it and learn how to use this chronograph watch one of these days cuz it's got tons of features and I'm missing out on the statistical play it can inspire, not to mention that I am erasing the results before I actually see them all... dunderhead laughs, but at least I did see I was at under 12 minutes for each of the two laps I did and about 23:30 for the total two lap time... I then walked a lap in about 20 minutes and might have continued except I suddenly felt a touch of discomfort at leaving my wallet out... yeah, he's still here, but we'll catch up on home and life and everything else in tomorrow's entry {which will probably be written tonight} and you can catch up with the past week's worth of amazing stories so you don't feel left out of the journey I loosely call my life {in RealTime™, no less}... anyway, it felt great to run at 4AM again) and took a shower and felt all awake and relaxed and happy before I started wandering around the web this morning...
maybe now would be a good time to get back to the comment that is soon to be this entry (I wonder how many of you laugh at the same time I laugh... I think it would be so cool if we could have some sort of non-intrusive reaction meter, like each reader could click a few buttons to choose just how much access to give the writer in feedback and then (here's the technical almost sci-fi-ish stuff) we'd have computer software and hardware that had audio {and video for the not-shy} receptors and also a ring and sensors that read pulse and blood pressure and respirations and diaphragm movement and bowel movement {ok, maybe not bowel movement} and pupil dilation and nostril dilation and mouth movements and salivation and skin temperature and electromagnetic and biochemical reactions and {I did mention this part was sci-fi-ish, right?} and brain waves and for those really bold and open and secure, mind reading devices and I've wandered off on another tangent, haven't I?)...
aherm (throat clearing sound), what about that comment that was going to be this entry?... yeah, well, it is cheating (like totally to just use a comment written elsewhere for an entry, so maybe that's why I felt compelled to babble on to begin (or maybe it's just the adrenaline rush from running and the endorphins and seratonin and wonderful world of biochemical molecular and sub-atomic highs and peaceful bliss {not to mention the glee, never forget the glee} that we can enjoy in this physical life) this
yeah, the comment part is coming, I'm just testing your patience by letting my mind wander where it will go and putting words to the journey as I've been known to do from time to time... this entry is actually informative and not meant to be a commercial, but it's about a world of products that I am considering trying just cuz I like experimenting with my brain and this seems to offer a legal way to do it... and I don't think I qualify for medical marijuana... though I do think I would like to from time to time cuz it's the only externally induced high that I actually find myself missing when my mind wanders through it's memories of the days (and nights) of experimenting with the illegal brain games... some of the acids and newer chemicals might be fun to try too, but I've somehow become such a straight edge in my current decade that those days seem like ancient times... this is sort of related to the comment, by the way, in case you thought I was just digressing again...
not that digressing isn't the better part of valor, or something like that... digression is the better part of squalor... or is that repression?... yes, repression... repression is the better part of squalor... digression is the better part of babble... of course you can quote me, I mean, what am I - famous or something? (only in my mind, where it counts)... the clock is suggesting that I get ready for work, so by default, it's time to present the comment that would have been totally cheating if it had been this entire entry, but is now merely partially cheating, though still could be considered a commercial interruption... I'm lucky you love me, especially if you're British or Canadian, aye?...
ready?... ok, go:
if you all actually read this comment we might all learn something (cuz so many of you seem to enjoy research and analyzing things deeply) , but then, I expect most people will miss most of everything around them, so I leave this comment with a smirk and a grin and hopefully nobody in a stuffed shirt missed the point cuz of all the words and asides and teasing... see what happens when I wake up early?...
anyway...
always open to what seem to be more natural healing and health, I took a look at what people at Wikipedia say about this Dr. Bach (not withstanding the name, Bach, being the name of the author {Richard Bach} of one of my favorite books, Illusions, ever that I just happen to be grazing through these days) and found someone who appears to be someone I would have like to have met in spite of the fact that he may have been British (ok, I just woke up with mischief and irreverence meters turned up way high... if you don't know Monty Python, you won't get the humor in this as I am relating to the way the Pythons used 'the French'... but that’s not to say the British are uptight or anyway, I mean, it’s just coinsidence that the International Stress Management Association is in South Petherton, right?... anyway, back to the serious matter at hand, flowers)...
so I moseyed on over to the Bach Center and found Bach (the doctor, not Richard) was a bacteriologist and pathologist who gave up his lucrative practice to devote the rest of his life to the new system of medicine that he was sure could be found in nature... noble and crazy (by normal human standards), I like him already...
of course there are many learned minds who’d question the sanity of a doctor who convinces himself that he has a disease, mental or physical, and then finds a flower that cures that particular disease he gave himself... not to mention the fact that he died at 50 years old, which, even though life expectancy was shorter in 1936, does not bode well for his overall health practices since he was his own guinea pig...
still, being a supporter of medical marijuana and other herbal, flower, and natural remedies for what ails us, I went to the front door of the center and read on a bit...
I especially wanted to know just what Vincent was suggesting so I asked myself, What is Rescue Remedy? and as is so often the case, the internet answered... it seems to contain the following flower petals:
Rock Rose for terror and panic
Impatiens for irritation and impatience
Clematis for inattentiveness and to counteract faintness
Star of Bethlehem for shock
Cherry Plum for irrational thoughts and lack of self control
dontcha just love nomenclature and language?... gotta wonder if the first person who named things secretly knew their hidden uses and gave them names that kinda went along with their purpose... then I started wondering if Little Jack Horner pulled out a Cherry Plum and not just an ordinary everyday run of the mill plum... that might be why he felt better after words, but let’s get back to the matter at hand...
what's that?... oh yes, flower petals... anybody else thinking about Zuzu?... you know, Zuzu's petals... what?... you don't instantly think of It's A Wonderful life on the spur of the moment at random times throughout your life?... oh, I thought everybody did (I'll un-widen my eyes now)... maybe you were thinking of the band...
all in all, from my hours of impromptu and irreverent research, Dr. Bach, while he may seem a bit kooky to some, or many even, seems to have created a whole line of products that have enough respectability to be sold in over 65 countries (based on human judgment though, well, never mind) so I'm gonna give this idea a thumbs up... sadly, it seems he only explored flowers in Britain, in fact, in a rather small local area, not to say that the British do not have flowers worth exploring, but imagine what he might have found and discovered if expanded his search parameters and he'd used his instincts and knowledge to explore rainforests (where I personally think the relative cures for everything can be found, but then, I'm crazy by normal human standards too so take two grains of salt and call me in the morning)...
so now we're all asking "where can I get these wonderful flower petals?...
well, apparently, way back before they had a TV show, Dr. Bach (is it just coincidence it rhymes with Spock?) contacted The Nelsons to help distribute his flower remedies and they still do, in spite of taking time out in the 1950’s to do a TV show... now how can we fine nostalgic Americans question Ozzie and Harriet?... they (The family Nelsons) have been at this homeopathic medicine gig for almost 150 years... you can even find the nearest actual store closest to you that carries Nelson products (I’ve been to the one listed near me many times and who knew they carried this stuff) so you can talk to nice people (cuz only nice people work in healthy stores that sell flowers and herbs and health foods, right?... but really, at least you can look into someone’s eyes before you eat the flower just in case it sends you on some magical mystery tour or bad trip, even)...
the best thing about the whole searching I did for you and me and anyone paying attention tonight is there’s a way to take a quiz and find out what flowers are best for you... The Nelsons sell flower remedies and the essence of individual flowers all over the world (65 countries), so to know exactly buy the flowers individually, click on this: here you are (the site is especially translated into US English, as opposed to that strange language they speak over in Britain... though they include Canadians in this, so that might make one questions it’s credibility right off the bat... ah, I miss living in Toronto, really I do... except for the weather nine months of the year, and the local constabulary, but I digress)...
seriously, use the “remedy chooser” on that page in the ‘here you are’ link and answer the questions honestly (that is the true secret to healing, by the way, but humans aren’t ready for that leap of faith just yet so it’s good there are the flower petals ya know) and they’ll tell you which flowers are best for you...
for more info (as if you haven't read enough already), here's the research they are doing... and the Bach Center has even more info too... aren't you happy Vincent suggested it?...
I might just try some myself next time I’m at the store...
end of comment portion :)
now go about your regularly scheduled day and have a wonderful time doing it (it's totally up to you, you know... unless you don't know, in which case it's still totally up to you, but unawareness muddles the actuality... hopefully that doesn't happen to you too often, but it is part of this being human thing, or so I am told, so as you practice your human stuff, don't forget that much of it is a fool's game that wastes potential and time and energy and the real reality {and answers and cures too) is (and are) all in your mind)...
much love and a big hug for you, dear reading person, and thank you for spending this time with me :)
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posted by candoor at 11:59 PM
6 Comments:
"it's about a world of products that I am considering trying just cuz I like experimenting with my brain and this seems to offer a legal way to do it... and I don't think I qualify for medical marijuana... though I do think I would like to from time to time"
Alas Candoor for some like Serenity there are just too many pain filled hours in a day, for others there's just too much stress and not enough time to play
Seems there is no cure-all, no one miracle drug fits the bill, sometimes time passes us by and we hardly have time to breathe, other times time is like frozen and the pain leaves one breathless.
All I can think to say, is take whatever it IS makes your day.
It is not all a State of Mind, as some are keen to have us believe, it is how we mange pain or how we manage time that is the key. How we manage our work time, our play time our down time - then and only then can we say it's all A State of Mind
I especially love that you went and took the time to read about the Bach remedies (thank you for being so thorough and for sharing your thoroughness), and ever since I first heard of them so many years ago, I have always had a sort of special affection for the thought of them (though admittedly haven't tried any, but what the heck, maybe now is the time) just because the thought of ingesting flowers just sounds so beautiful, as if putting something so vibrant into your body can surely only bring about something wonderful (of course as long as the beauty isn't a red herring for something poisonous as nature does at times have a wicked sense of humor).
I had no idea that the brand Nelson's, which I've been using for years (along with Hyland's), is actually THAT Nelson family....wow!
Richard Bach's Illusions is also one of my favorite all-time books, passed on from you as a recommendation to dearest z0tl, yes the absent z0tl we love so much, who then passed it on as a recommendation to me (I had one of my many epiphanies afterward.)
So I'm trying to adopt a new strategy when it comes to pain. When in pain at level 10, be in pain at level 10, but don't spend the level 3 time fearing the level 10 time that is to come again. Just because there has not been a level 0 for about 20 years doesn't mean there will never be a level 0, and the level 3 days are Disney days and other such gleeful pursuits that make the level 10 days more endurable.
But heck, maybe throwing some flowers down the pipe might just make for some more glee, and who couldn't use MORE glee... :)
pain pain go away, come again some other day (as futile as that rain song was, so it may be with a pain song, but it was still fun to sing back on rainy days when we wanted sunshine (though sometimes we simply enjoyed the rain)...
I've learned to live with chrinic heartbreak for decades, but psychological pain only drives one crazy if one lets it, where as physical pain does seem to have a mind of it's own cuz it takes the brain's focus into other parts of the body and convinces it (the brain) that it is no longer in control and a brain that starts believing that is a goner...
no goner, Serenity...
I don't think my mind ever got it's statehood... it's still a wilderness territory, mostly unexplored, and downright lawless when it comes right down to it... kinda like the wild west, only without the six shooters (maybe I should mention John Wayne is on TV and probably influencing this pilgrim's tongue... sheesh these old movies were a strange brew... all that macho and he's wearing a salmon colored shirt... didn't even know they had that color in the old west, especially not in men's shirts)...
for some drugs are potential cures, I suppose... for me, they are amusement park rides... I haven't played in many years, but ah yes, I remember it well...
ever notice John Wayne was built a log like Fat Elvis?... funny nobody ever called him Fat John Wayne...
anyway, I love you S, so naturally I'm gonna do my best to help (and protect you with knowledge) when I am awake and have the time... gawrsh, you oughta know that by now :)
ummm, but actually, I have no idea if those Nelsons are related, was just letting my mind wander into rabid irreverence for a moment...
yay for Illusions... and with or without flowers, may you have a 3 day today :)
Hahahaha...and here you had me at Nelson's :) (didn't I say I was gullible?)
yay for Illusions, yay for 3 days and sometimes I can even yay the 10 days for reminding me of the comparison to the 3 days, but not always cuz I am also like the little girl who just wants my boo boo's to go away.
I love you too, your heart, your buoyancy, your heart, your words, your knowledge, and I also thank you for your words, your thoughts, your heart, and for setting an example of being and accepting yourself and not compromising that for, or to, anyone.
I thought you were serious about the "Nelson" connection too. I kept picturing various family members like Ricky using the flower essences back when it would have been considered witchcraft.
When I lived in Boulder, I explored all manner of "alternative" remedies for things. It is with a great deal of gratitude that I can say that I have never had to test these products with any kind of serious malady.
I, personally, believe that everything is worth trying if there is even the remotest chance of relief.
I don't know the specifics of your situation, Serenity, but my heart and many well wishes go out to you.
hey, for all I know they are all one big Nelson family (and I have no idea what Ricky was smoking in the basement :)
appreciation is a two way street and self-fulfilling as I appreciate you for your kindness and sensitivity and beautiful perspectives and also for your appreciating me, it's like a chain reaction :)
even if it seems a bit repetitive, thanks for the tanks, I appreciate the appreciation, and yay for you too :)
that goes for you too Steph :)
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