Insightful Tornadoes

Have you ever had the feeling that the world around you was spinning faster than a tornado?  Do you sense your internal sky darken a little bit more every day?  Do you frequently turn around to see if someone is standing behind you that you cannot see, yet you continually feel their energy? Hopefully, I’m not the only one that feels those things.

That’s where I’ve been these past weeks – spinning within various tornadoes.  I’m not complaining because it’s time to ruffle up the feathers of my life before I do fall into darkness.  My mind touches my childhood stories for a bit, and then it switches to my book, then it moves on to the joy that completely filled my heart as I watched my granddaughter graduate last evening. Do inner tornadoes actually clean out the crude we’ve built up?  I think that is exactly what they do.  But it’s scary.

So, at 4 am this morning, I began to clear some crude out.  I’m still dizzy.  I’m still clearing.  Things are getting brighter as my eyes slowly begin to open.

Dr. Deb

Invictus

The poem Invictus is a favorite of mine.  Hopefully, I won’t bore you by sharing too much poetry.

Invictus
William Ernest Henley – 1849 – 1903

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

What an immensely poignant poem. I first read this poem in a book that was lying on top of the television I was watching when President John F. Kennedy was shot and killed on May 29, 1917. I was 9 years old, and I already loved to read and write—especially poetry. Poetry is what soothed and healed my soul when, well, let’s just say things got bad for me. That’s why you see a bit of my own poetry on this site.  Thanks for reading; thanks for listening. It’s good to be heard.

Dr. Deb

What Did You Say?

Our ears crave sound. In fact, “word of mouth” seems to be the noise most of us find most irresistible. We, humans, are frequently attracted to the prospect of any juicy, firsthand scoop that no one knows – yet.  Some of us can hardly resist not answering a ringing phone before the second ring. On top of that, we always have juicy office gossip.  Turning off the TV is difficult, especially if we unexpectedly glimpse a new movie we’ve been wanting to watch is coming on.  Furthermore, for some strange reason, many of us seem to be addicted to finishing other people’s sentences.

Our ears are extremely fine-tuned instruments that can identify, perceive, and decode speech. The ears can do that (at least I can) even over the roar of noise in a restaurant or when a train goes by.  Our brains automatically reconstruct words without us knowing it – yet the brain never fails to get the gist of what is being said.

That’s all fine and good, but the most important task is we need to embrace is conscious listeningLots of folks are not very good at listening, simply because they are thinking about what they want to say next.  After researching this subject of “not really listening”, I have found a solution for all of us.  It’s an easy, yet compelling way to get people to listen more carefully to what you say.

Whisper . . .
people can’t resist “not knowing” what you said

Dr. Deb