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Brain Power

I love feeding my brain foods that

make it work better.  I’m not sure what’s

doing what, but I don’t give out so easily

to fatigue & fogginess of mind.

I’ve made some changes in my food

and since then I sort of experienced a

rebirth.  Actually, wild blueberries,

which I now have daily in smoothies

are known by the nickname, according

to one author, as “a resurrection food.”

That’s how I feel.  When I feel a lag in

energy, I take a swig of my brought-

with-me smoothie and it picks

me right up.

My brain is constantly fed, glucose

being used up by stress almost as

fast as I can take it in.  There is some

lag time depending upon how much

I take in at once.

A whole blenderful lasts quite a while–

two, even longer, but then I run low on

gas and have to fill up again.

Everything’s pretty stable–my blood

sugar, my moods, my energy.  The more

stress, the more I need the smoothie.

I eat “normally”  at other times but esp.

on the go or when I’m home just relaxing,

I prefer to consume the smoothie and

other cravings leave for a while–if even

I have them at all.

More smoothie, if I want it.  Brain Power!

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V00262M.tiff Berries and tree stems from Western Juniper trees. Freemont National Forest, Oregon

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a good book

Was the way it was–

comic books & sunflower seeds

licorice (black)

other assorted treats.

I would stay in my room

on my bed, seed shells piling

high on a napkin

too engrossed to

shuttle them to the

waste basket

An iron fortress

no one could penetrate.

I’d hide out forever.

My mind needed escape

I guess

give me a good book(s)–

that’s where you’ll find me.

 

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Effusion

A firey nightstorm of words

flourishing from my pen

onto my heart

and back again

onto the paper.

All channels were blocked

it seemed by “busyness”

while creativity piled

upon creativity

waiting for its release

a dam bursting

water flooding

the streets of eternity

or for at least a night.

 

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Now’s the Time

How can I call my life “boring”

when everyday things are different?  True,

some things are the same, but the majority

of my experience from day-to-day is anyone’s

guess.

So, why am I so surprised when this surprise

happens each day, my not knowing anything

about it, until I’m facing its presence in

my face, asking how to deal with it?

In retrospect, I may have “done better” in my

humble opinion, but I did what I did and

let it go at that.  Hardly boring.

I’m looking for what? an adrenaline

rush? to feel excited enough to feel alive?

Maybe.  I’m not seeking it, though.  But when

I have a particular satisfying interaction

with someone, I’m usually feeling pretty

fulfilled might be too strong–but pretty good.

Although, I never feel or experience boredom

usually moment-to-moment (or at least I

don’t really notice it), I’ve felt it more often

occasionally lately.  I’m usually alone

on a walk or something, so I ask the

universe or tell it, “O.K.”, you got my total

attention out here in the middle of

nowhere (if I’m on a walk).  Now’s the

time to lay some heavy, enlightening

clarity on my soul/ my mind.  What do

you want me to know?  What do I

need to be aware of?  What can I do to

feel less…bored?–if that’s what I’m feeling.

I usually don’t get much right then

but later I may have some unusual inspiration.

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

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Letting Go

What’s it like to let go?

Completely?  Would you just

wander around in a daze?

Not knowing (ever!) what to do

next?

Maybe for ‘practice’ for a while,

but for everyday life?

Where would it lead you to

just follow your nose,

pick up the scent of the unknown?

Maybe for the brave & adventurous.

Maybe for me.  I’m brave &

adventurous mostly, I’d say…

Let go.

Relax.

See what all that activity you’re

feverishly whisking past your

consciousness is keeping you

from seeing, avoiding

feeling something you know

is there (we all have those) but you’re

‘afraid’ to leave time for it to

rise into awareness & be felt,

whatever it is.

Letting go from one trapeze bar

to the next requires…? are you

up for it?

 

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Living Now Being Joy

One day.  I rest.

Enough for a while.

My system needs to

reboot.

Then, I’m ready again.

Only for what I want.

I’m reminded that chasing

anything is a huge waste of

time.

And extra effort seems like

a job, more than a game–

effortless, fun, enjoyable–

anything less is not life.

Not living, or a living death.

That means patience has to

come into play & faith.

I’ve wondered about that

word, faith.  It’s so foreign

in my life, it seems.  Either

something is or it isn’t.

To hope for it does no good.

It can go at its own inclination.

And then where are you left?

But negativity & resignation

can close opportunities–

so somewhere in the

middle of those two

extremes will manifest

what I want.

 

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Evening

Some days the evening comes

more welcome than others.

Even though the day is about

to evaporate into sleep

and dreams perchance

keep you entertained,

it’s the sweet nectar

of sloughing off the burrs,

the excesses of living

each hour before,

that satisfies.

There’s not always a

slow enough lane

for your speed.

You run the risk

of being in everyone’s

crazy rush to

live the sunshine

hours more swiftly

than the limit

allows.

Yet you arrive

wholly unscathed

and happy to

be home no matter

the enjoyment of

the journey.

The Dark Hedges. Rural Beech tree lined road in Ireland.

The Dark Hedges. Rural Beech tree lined road in Ireland.

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Endings

Another day

another week

another (school) year

finished.

I wonder how I find

the energy to do what

I do each day.

It’s a lot.

I get inspired from

project to project

not really following

a script.

Looking back

I did a lot of

good things for

myself & others

which I hardly take

time to reflect upon

& give myself credit

for.

Pink Lady Hellebore flower in fall grasses. Al's Nursery. Woodburn, Oregon

Pink Lady Hellebore flower in fall grasses. Al’s Nursery. Woodburn, Oregon

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Moving On

One step at a time

forward or at least motion

to somewhere–backwards–

it could be–but movement

in a direction off

DEAD

center.

Going round & round

maybe.

AM I dizzy?

Stillness precludes my day

eludes my day

a center within

never visited

for very long.

I would like to hang out

there for a whole

weekend if possible

without shirking

my “duties”

or getting bored

or wasting, or at least feel

I’m wasting, my time.

Being is not taught

in school.

Such a shame.

The whole of society

suffers for it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Doves

It seems like the doves are getting

lovey-dovey.  The male

chases the female and I could

be wrong about that–being

the other way around.

It’s like a cat and mouse game.

Maybe it’s part of the courtship

ritual–a kind of winged

foreplay.

But eventually she’s going

to let him ‘catch’ her and

the dove population will go

up next year, or this year.

In the meantime, I see

one of them (can’t tell who’s

who–doves don’t change

color by gender) kind of

looking around in

my green, growing tree

in front of my deck.

Maybe looking for a

nesting area, but he/she

really seems aimless,

not searching for food

& not really engaged

in any purposeful

behavior I could see.

Doves are fairly ‘friendly’

birds coming closer &

staying longer than

other birds.

Peacock feathers

Peacock feathers.

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