Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog (10)–Also Called: The Marriage of Pineapple and Garlic

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I woke up this morning BOOM. And I frowned. How could I feel so angry right from sleep? My energy was straight for the moon Alice and was annoyed at having been stifled, I suppose by sleep. A quiet strong one said to me, no no not angry, maybe snarky. Then it said, remember yesterday, that unrecognized restless-type feeling, when the body simply needed to be exercised to move and feel physical energy being expelled through tactile and proprioception? This is the same.

The rest of me snarled at the voice, ok it swore a lot too. I should have warned you there, if you are drinking a beverage do not giggle nor snort cause it will come out of your nose! I will try to remember beforehand next time.

So, I got myself downstairs and proceeded to undo a morning method and went to a space that I have suspected isn’t the best thing for me and of course the snarky-dancer sniped with glee. And I then went to do the better for me thing. And then my son woke up exactly the same way as I, but less able to contain himself. (no persons nor objects injured during the writing of this blog, phew)

My daughter went out to the car and I thought opportunity to stretch and say good morning to the sun. I opened the door. I stepped outside. SHEER AND UTTER JOY. Fresh, cold, crisp morning fall air!!! The scent of damp leaves and grasses left over from the drying of yesterday’s rain rushed through my body and mind and I stretched to the East and drank in pink clouds and warm sun on my face!! YES!! The call of going out of yesterday!! The Snarky wasn’t clamoring of gloom! It wanted JOY!! (it must be possessed)

So I took the children to school and I went to the Tree Place dock. It still smells contaminated from the chemicals, which is also angering me, but lets not bring it up again now shall we?

I sat on the dock. The river a smooth glass. Low fog clouds lit up by the sun across the mountains. Mists rising up to meet them from the water, far off in the distance. I closed my eyes and sat. All moved into union and stretched to attend in small and perfect detail all that was around me. Tiny fish swirling up with a small click as they fed from the black and white winged bugs swirling on tiny wings like dervish clouds along the surface of the river. Small frogs slipping from the muddy shores while uttering a small peep. The wings of a small bird whirring in my ears like a giant jet flying past. It was time to come home.

I decided it would be a good time to return to eating that suits my overall mood best. Lots of garlic and a little egg! Two slices of french toast and real maple syrup! Fresh Pineapple! The garlic and the pineapple were orgasmic dancing union across my tongue. The union of different, so entirely different, neither giving up a thing, PERFECT!

So, I sat down thinking to create a Morning Trip. The words the marriage of garlic and pineapple going through my mind, I searched The Marriage of Figaro. The words that came were an Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog instead!

Morning Trip (34)

“I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!”
— John Muir

Morning Trip (33) Butterfly, Bread, and Rumi

“A Year With Rumi by Coleman Barks

A Basket of Fresh Bread (2)

There is a basket of fresh bread on your head,

yet you go door to door asking for crusts.

Knock on the inner door. No other.

Sloshing knee-deep in clear streamwater,

you keep wanting a drink from other poeple’s waterbags.

Water is everywhere around you,

but you see only barriers that keep you from water.

A horse is moving beneath the rider’s thighs,

yet still he asks, Where is my horse?

Right there, under you. Yes, this is a horse,

but where’s the horse? Can’t you see? Yes,

I can see, but whoever saw such a horse?

Mad with thirst, he cannot drink from the stream

running so close by his face.

He is like a pearl on the deep bottom

wondering, inside the shell, Where is the ocean?

His mental questionings form the barrier.

HIs physical eyesight bandages his knowing.

Self-consciousness plugs his ears.

Stay bewildered in God and only that.”

Morning Trip (32)

“Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath. Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important. Just lie down.”
– Natalie Goldberg

Grins and giggles!!! Too true, too true…God has a wonderful sense of humor this morning! Wow! There were sooooo many videos this morning that expressed different facets of this morning’s topic. I’m laughing from having to choose just one–that is what the Morning Trip does after all.

The giggling parts want me to post the other two as comments!!! Have a wonderful day, and treat yourself well!

Morning Trip (31)

I’VE watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!–not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;                                                              10
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.                                                                                 1801.”
–William Wordsworth