Cyclothymic Cister

Before the Internet, I used to lie in bed at night composing thoughts as if I were talking to a wise entity. (An actual face never came to mind). I would re-word and re-phrase the thoughts till they were crystal clear. Now I can blog. And hopefully, there are a lot of wise people with real faces out there who might just comment back.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Diamonds Commercial


Don’t you just love the Diamonds are Forever commercials (http://youtube.com/watch?v=gPODOUc8TRI) with the female vocalist singing the Cat Stevens song How Can I Tell You? I just had to find out who the artist is. It seems that the singer is Chan Marshall better known as Cat Power. Is anyone familiar with any of her recordings? I sampled some of her titles on line but would welcome recommendations.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Why Can’t We Just be Happy?

There are only a few moments in my adult life that I remember being happy without any twinge of pain in my heart. Most of the time there is a mixture of pain and joy--the pain keeping me from total abdononment. Do other people feel this way I wondered? Then I read this article.

http://www.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/
conditions/11/10/happiness.overview/index.html


Daniel Gilbert, Harvard psychologist and author of Stumbling on Happiness answered my question. He said, "People have a lot of bad theories about happiness."

The article also mentioned that people of all cultures experience happiness for the same reasons. In other words, we are all alike.

And “In general, the older you get the happier you get -- until you reach very old age. “

Nancy Segal, a professor at California State University, Fullerton, mentions the transcendent moments of joy.

Segal also said we “ . . . should find small things we can do every day that bring us joy, whether it's going for a walk or cooking a meal or reading a book."

To summarize my findings: we humans are all alike. Happiness is transcendent. It is the little things that make us happy. The older you get the happier you become until you die.

Hmmm. Here is the way I’d say it. We are all born with vague memories of our ancestors’ first home in the Garden. Throughout our life we are haunted by those bittersweet memories. We have an idea of what pure happiness should be but life doesn’t live up to that. Then as we get older and closer to death, we are again closer to Paradise.

C.S. Lewis in The Weight of Glory says it like this. “ We remain conscience of a desire which no natural happiness will satisfy."

". . . the mind and, still more, the body receives life from Him at a thousand removes—through our ancestors, through our food, through the elements. The faint, far-off results of those energies which God’s creative rapture implanted in matter when He made the worlds are what we now call physical pleasures . . .What would it be to taste at the fountainhead that stream of which even these lower reaches prove so intoxicating?”

“Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is Monday morning.”

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Five things to Flesh out Characters

I’ve been tagged by chica nuts (and she was tagged by stegbettle) to participate in this. We bloggers are to help provide writers with material to flesh out their characters by listing five things about ourselves that are not commonly known or that are kind of interesting, so here goes:

1. I have been married twice. Both men are named Rick. Both Ricks are the youngest of nine children. (That is where the similarities end).

2. I used to grow unusual vegetables in my garden, before it was popular. For example: blue corn. I ground it into cornmeal and made blue cornmeal muffins. Also, I grew horehound, an herb in the mint family, and came up with a recipe for horehound candy/cough drops. I sold the recipe through the classified ads in Herb Companion Magazine.


3. You’ve heard of the Mozart Effect? Well, I don’t know if it is scientifically proven but I know that I’ve been affected by Mozart. Though I grew up in an average middle class home, my father played Mozart on the stereo most of the time. I learned an appreciation for classical music at a very early age. Yet I still lived and still do live in a world where most people listen to contemporary pop, rock and country. I don’t fit in (though I keep that to myself). Nor do I fit in with the society that openly listens to classical music. I am caught between two classes. It gets kinda lonely. (I do have an eclectic taste in music; just not the “top 40’s” stuff).

4. A few years ago I had a “frozen shoulder” medically known as adhesive capsulitis. It came on slowly but boy did it hurt and restrict my daily activities. I had a cortisone injection and then physical therapy. Then an MRI. The surgeon, family doctor and physical therapist all agreed that I should have surgery (or at least manipulation under anesthesia: read: yank the crap out of my shoulder to break it loose). I was all set to have it done but decided to check out the Internet one more time. I stumbled onto a message board of people who had the same thing. Almost all said to NOT have any medical procedure done. They said give it 18 months to 2 years and the shoulder would get better on its own. So I told the doctors that I decided to do nothing. They were a little perturbed with me. But don’t you know, almost 18 months to the day, my shoulder thawed. No more pain, no more restricted movement.


5. Lately I’ve been smitten with QVC, especially the jewelry segment. I’ll watch it for hours. Yet I don’t wear much jewelry (just a my wedding set and a conservative pair of earrings). I don’t even have my nails done or have occasion to dress up. Still I am enamored by the sparkling diamonds and gemstones that Lisa offers on QVC. (Even the fake stuff). Well, I did collect rocks as a child. It must be an outcropping of my fondness for rocks—no pun intended.

Now I’m tagging aj today and tomorrow and fight for your mind.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

As the World Turns

I’ve been away from blogosphere for a while due to changes that have kept me pre-occupied. Here they are in a nutshell.

I changed jobs. It was kind of a fluke. I was mad at my redneck incompetent boss one day so on a whim I submitted my resume for a position that really sounded interesting. I got the job.

The job is hard. Very hard. But I am catching on and it is fun, the company is top notch and the people are happy and easy to be with. (more money, too). After two weeks I was required to go to Los Angeles for one week of orientation (read “wining and dining”).

We had a houseguest--the same week I started my new job (which took all my mental and physical energy). What a presumptuous jerk the guest turned out to be. And we had him in our home for two weeks!

My sister had a lung biopsy while I was in CA. She has a mysterious pulmonary illness which has the specialists stumped. World-renowned experts are trying to diagnosis it. (We are going to name the disease/syndrome after her).

My husband and I had our most intense, heated counseling session--on the second day of my new job when I was already drained and my mind in a fog.

But the strangest thing happened. The diversion of the unwelcome houseguest brought my husband and me closer. DH and I would go off in another room and whisper about how obnoxious the houseguest was being. We came to look forward to furtive talks. So, good can come out of almost anything.