Why do we scratch our heads when we can’t figure something out?
Are we simply buying time?
Signalling that we are clueless?
Or, do we think we’ll shake our brains a bit,
and the information we are looking for will fall out?
If I write about cavemen, do I need to go to a library? Or can I just say the caveman’s first two words? Fire. Wheel.
My sweetheart Daniel Holland in Northern California had a wonderful dream one night and was fortunate enough to remember it. This is an archtypal dream every performer, artist, and writer must know and face before putting work out in the world. –JRG In the dream I’m in the lion’s den with two lions. They are…
Why do we gripe, comparing shadows? The shadow is past. Why choose to live in a shadow? I want to tan with the richness of sunlight.
I put my mind in a time bottle. Watch the particles of brain matter funnel down the sand trap called Time.
I eat, smell, inhale, and cling to the dirt. I am gardener, feel my grit.
I always lie when I tell snow stories. You say you walked to school as a kid in two feet of snow. I say I walked in three feet of snow. Not only that–it was 20 degrees below zero. There were no bathrooms in sight, a lot of people around. I was pee-shy.
Now, that’s a good question! I never thought of that…I think it’s a sign that I need more time to think.
I think it is our brain, waking up from its big sleep, all tingly and not sure what direction to go in! Scratching gives it the stimulation to find the answer and gives the rest of us time to recover our wits.