No Burgers in the Mountains

It's not easy being grateful nowadays. I remember a time when I would wake up full of life and bursting with  instant gratitude! The last time I felt this way was...um.. honestly,  2 years ago.  

Yes, full of life and brimming with a tinge of " let's get going attitude"....I'm like that, or, was like that -- a bit bubbly, a bit rose rimmed, and I guess, quite dreamy elevated.

 Not for a long while now. 

Instead,  I open my eyes to a fog of trepidation followed by bewildered wondering; -- So, what inane crap will unfold in  this world today, huh? -- 

Just this morning, there was that stupid news that a "nuclear war" was averted last year. The mad media is all about insanity. The devilish salacious hunger and preoccupation with doom is almost ridiculous. 

I told my husband it would be a good time to be a monk; "You, know, I can see me way up in the mountains with my prayer beads and silence," I sighed. 

Nope. You won't last -- no burgers there. You love your burgers, he quipped.  

 

Thing is, it's actually true. 😀

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* Photo taken 2018: Central Park, The Quin Hotel, Manhattan,  and Metropolitan Museum

How To Stay Sane (In this Crazy World )

How to stay sane?!? Like, what I mean is, how can you maintain a certain modicum of groundedness when literally inundated by an unprecedented assault of mania, left and right? Don't tell me to shut-off the news, or lay off  social media, or take to the current hermit lifestyle till this pandemic settles; not happening. 

Last night people up a floor were having a good time; waft of ciggie's, lots of laughs, some loud over excited convo about whatever, then more fake laughs. It almost felt like a normal Saturday evening if it weren't for the fact that our Covid numbers are insane, businesses are dying - stock market is  dead, and the government is certifiably unhinged! -- 

Check out the numerous depression,  anxiety and health groups online and you'd be shocked by the indescribable volume of people desperately seeking help. Only, there isn't any real - help. 

It's like a bug in your brain, everything that's happening, crawling...clawing...hatching eggs of doom and desperation as we go on trying to keep a straight face to the world. 

Advice on how to keep faith is everywhere, It might as well fall on deaf ears. Talk is cheap. What we need is to hack  resilience...now. We need to muscle our brains so we don't do stupid out of anxiety, confusion, fear, and loneliness. Drugs and drama or drinks won't get you out of a pandemic funk. 

This is why I do AFFIRMMATIONS. I'm not a pro, but it gets me somewhere above all the crap. 

I'm not religious either - but I take spirituality seriously as tea. I believe that you can genuinely rebuild your mind, as well as, softly relax its sore spots by instructing those grey cells what it needs to concentrate on. You ought to juice up the brains with the truth that power is within to stay strong! 

Today's affirmation prayer centers on how "The Power to Say the Right Word"  can lift your mind and soothe your tired soul. Whisper it to yourself. Feel how the ripple of syllables works wonders  to  restore your senses. Let it clarify your mind like only a fresh sweet river of thought can do. Try it.

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