Without boring you with the details why we’re homeless, we’re homeless, but not without a place to stay. We (myself, husband, three children, pit bull, two cats, a beta fish, and a load of material possessions–seriously, why do we have all of this crap–) have ended up on the Mississippi at my in-laws. And while I do desire to be in my own place, I can’t say I hate it here. It’s the Mississippi River. I wake up to this view. For the month or so that we are here I’m going to dig up all of the Mississppi River songs I can…starting with a favorite:
Click play. Read on.
Last week I resolved to blog twice a week and, well, I didn’t. I think we can count that one as a fail. Failures happen. All of the time. And we move forward. Last night, in fact, I had started this blog:
Want to know a really cool antidepressant? Wash the dishes. For real. That pile of gnarly, dirty dishes in the kitchen is a depressant, but as soon as you wash them or fill the dishwasher and press start–boom–a little dose of happy hits the brain. Check it out.
Me? I have dishes in the kitchen right now and I really, really, really, really, really don’t want to go in there and wash them (depressant). Yet I know as soon as I get in there and get it over with I will feel better (antidepressant).
I got that far and went to bed. Didn’t do the dishes. Didn’t finish the blog. Fail, fail. Failure, man, at least it gives a place from which to grow. I don’t expect to be perfect, but I do plan to keep going, just like a human.
Let’s ease back into this with a little music…a baby boy was born to us a week and a day ago, so we’re all in the middle of that transition. Happily, mostly, but not without its moments of crushing stress and debilitating anxiety. Anxiety, man, what strange waste of energy and time on things that don’t exist.
Music: Future Islands :: Seasons (Waiting on You)
I saw Future Islands live in Madison a few months ago and I was struck by how totally in the moment the lead singer, Samuel Herring was. His performance felt very real and spontaneous and like nothing else in the world existed. For him. While he was singing and dancing and growling.
I happened to be in the car a couple weeks ago and caught some of the TED Radio Hour in which they were talking about a study regarding happiness. It turns out people are least happy when their minds wander, regardless of where they are or what they are doing. People are at their happiest when they are in the moment, completely immersed in a task or experience. Check it out:
Albert Einstein defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I’m guessing Einstein would have been a fan of Baba Brinkman!
Geesh. Where have you been, huh? I’ve missed you. In other words: Hi.
I’m interested in the songs that get stuck in my head and play over and over and over and over. Sometimes I have one song that will stay with me for a week or two–like it’s the main background music to my life–right now it’s this song from the movie Bedknobs and Broomsticks:
Other songs will be with me during a specific time of day. Like this song; lately this baby has been in my head while I’ve been getting ready in the morning:
Must have something to do with how much I’ve been working. Or my love for Dolly Parton. And then there’s this song:
Elton John. Circle of Life. Pops into my head whenever I see…actually I’m not sure. I was going to say whenever I see a dead animal on the road, oh no, I remember, it’s when I see my cat skulking around the yard, looking for mice or snakes or birds. Circle of life, man, I think this song helps me sit back and not interfere.
What’s in your head?
This song is the background music to my life right now. It is playing in my head over and over and over and over and over. I thought you might want to get in on this too <3
Smile! It’s Sunday!