"To do nothing at all is the most difficult thing in the world, the most difficult and the most intellectual."
- Oscar Wilde, playwright
"We can be sure that the greatest hope for maintaining equilibrium in the face of any situation rests within ourselves
- Francis J Braceland, psychiatrist
"If you peel back the layers of your life - the frenzy, the noise - stillness is waiting. That stillness is you."
- Oprah
Where doze rats? heee heee heee (Barney Rubble laugh)
It's funny how things 'just happen'. Some say that bad stuff happens in threes. I am living proof that bad stuff can happen in multiples of threes! These silly desperate NEGOBS are having a real fairdinkum crack at me right now, some of the bad stuff is in my control, some of it outside of my control. See, there's the big stuff problems and the little stuff problems. Big obstacles and little obstacles, as you know the 'OBS' in "NEGOBS". Generated by the obstacles is the negativity, you guessed it, the 'NEG' in "NEGOBS". OhK........
The strange thing is that the size of the NEG doesn't necessarily relate back to the size of the OBS. So a little obstacle could generate a huuuuge amount of negativity. Let me give you a little example.......
It's funny how things 'just happen'. Some say that bad stuff happens in threes. I am living proof that bad stuff can happen in multiples of threes! These silly desperate NEGOBS are having a real fairdinkum crack at me right now, some of the bad stuff is in my control, some of it outside of my control. See, there's the big stuff problems and the little stuff problems. Big obstacles and little obstacles, as you know the 'OBS' in "NEGOBS". Generated by the obstacles is the negativity, you guessed it, the 'NEG' in "NEGOBS". OhK........
The strange thing is that the size of the NEG doesn't necessarily relate back to the size of the OBS. So a little obstacle could generate a huuuuge amount of negativity. Let me give you a little example.......
Was it you who do poo? I have relocated in La Chateau Tento many times over the last 3+ years, as you know. In fact I have shifted 3 times in the last 3 months. The latest spot is a very poor excuse for habitual residency. I have kept the same tent for over two years now. It is the best, and most expensive tent I have lived in. Got it from an army disposal store. When I first got it I felt I was living next door to The Ritz. But I guess tents are meant for camping and not so much for permanent residency. Poor old La Chateau Tento is now very much worse for wear after floods, cyclones, tornados and rats....... Wotwozat? ......... Huh ? ........... RATS ???????
Lemme explain. It's like this. Everywhere I go there are rats. They seem to be bigger in some areas than in others. And they seem to get bigger and fatter while I am domiciled in their area. Now I think I know why.
Mmmmm Hmmmmm........
These mother funlovers EAT TENTS, mine in particular! But that's OK. I have invaded their turf so it's the price I have to pay, I guess. I think I have mentioned before, over three years there have been more holes in my tent to repair, than there has been actual tent. But because of the nature of my predicament I have accepted their invasion gracefully, accept for the beginning when I was weeeell, sorta confused ....... and sorta unBuddist like, if you get my drift. A few of the original rats are now resting peacefully in Rat Heaven RIP. But now I have become all Spiritual and have taken on meditation and prayer, I understand the precarius situational demeanor of the big mouse type creature. And I found that these rats are bush rats, not dirty disease carrying suburban big mouse thingies. In fact I think the reason they live near me is because, like me, they enjoy a quick dip in the ocean and a jog around the Dunes (sand dunes)!.....
Well, at least that's what I thought ???????
Lemme explain. It's like this. Everywhere I go there are rats. They seem to be bigger in some areas than in others. And they seem to get bigger and fatter while I am domiciled in their area. Now I think I know why.
Mmmmm Hmmmmm........
These mother funlovers EAT TENTS, mine in particular! But that's OK. I have invaded their turf so it's the price I have to pay, I guess. I think I have mentioned before, over three years there have been more holes in my tent to repair, than there has been actual tent. But because of the nature of my predicament I have accepted their invasion gracefully, accept for the beginning when I was weeeell, sorta confused ....... and sorta unBuddist like, if you get my drift. A few of the original rats are now resting peacefully in Rat Heaven RIP. But now I have become all Spiritual and have taken on meditation and prayer, I understand the precarius situational demeanor of the big mouse type creature. And I found that these rats are bush rats, not dirty disease carrying suburban big mouse thingies. In fact I think the reason they live near me is because, like me, they enjoy a quick dip in the ocean and a jog around the Dunes (sand dunes)!.....
Well, at least that's what I thought ???????
All happy rats So back to my latest La Chateau Tento site. Because I have been more focussed on getting out than staying, each attempted relocation has deteriorated somewhat in finished product. My latest domicile is aaarrgghhmm, how you say, aaarrgghhmm, poohouse! Because I was so tired of shifting I just threw the thing up, complete with broken pole/shaft thingies right through the roof with big hole (not great in rain which has never stopped!), no front door (broken zip thingies!), on a 45 degree angle because of broken rod thingies, and very little tent compared to size of holes. But that's OhK because I have thrown trusty tarp over the top which hasn't really worked because it catches the rain and pushes the tent down on to me.......
But I just don't care anymore. Weeeell sorta don't care...... weeeell until lately don't care. See, I told you how I have had a few problems of late, as you do, huh? The furthest thing from my mind is the state of my tent. But last night when I got in there was rat poo yep POO, on my beautiful two pieces of foam I use for a mattress. Not just that, the poo was on my white towel which I use jointly as a sheet. Well I had a baaaad day but poo on my bed and towel was the final straw. And then I noticed that the rat had also eaten clean through a hard plastic container of my much loved coconut oil. That was it. I mean, how would big rat like it if I had him as a pet in a cage and dropped a big "Henry The Third" in his cage, huh? How big was this mother? Was it King Kong the Rat? Godzilla Big Mouse maybe? No more. I grabbed my reading torch which was lucky to light up the bulb let alone the tent, and my knife and went in search of..... Seriously. I did. Until......
I realized that I was temporarily INSANE. It was then that I laughed. At ME. At NEGATIVITY. At such a small obstacle becoming a big obstacle. At such a small obstacle creating such huuuuge negativity. And then I diverted my own attention and thought of my song 'Nursery Rhymes' being 8.5 minutes long and how I was going to reduce it..........
See, this wasn't about rat poo and tents and songs. I had to become AWARE again of who and where I was. Yep, I was in broken down, poor excuse for a tent thingie! Yep I was hungry. Yep I had problems, some big, some small.......
I know how far I have come. It's times like this when I am made to THINK, that I become AWARE of WHO and WHERE I am. See dot, ..............
But I just don't care anymore. Weeeell sorta don't care...... weeeell until lately don't care. See, I told you how I have had a few problems of late, as you do, huh? The furthest thing from my mind is the state of my tent. But last night when I got in there was rat poo yep POO, on my beautiful two pieces of foam I use for a mattress. Not just that, the poo was on my white towel which I use jointly as a sheet. Well I had a baaaad day but poo on my bed and towel was the final straw. And then I noticed that the rat had also eaten clean through a hard plastic container of my much loved coconut oil. That was it. I mean, how would big rat like it if I had him as a pet in a cage and dropped a big "Henry The Third" in his cage, huh? How big was this mother? Was it King Kong the Rat? Godzilla Big Mouse maybe? No more. I grabbed my reading torch which was lucky to light up the bulb let alone the tent, and my knife and went in search of..... Seriously. I did. Until......
I realized that I was temporarily INSANE. It was then that I laughed. At ME. At NEGATIVITY. At such a small obstacle becoming a big obstacle. At such a small obstacle creating such huuuuge negativity. And then I diverted my own attention and thought of my song 'Nursery Rhymes' being 8.5 minutes long and how I was going to reduce it..........
See, this wasn't about rat poo and tents and songs. I had to become AWARE again of who and where I was. Yep, I was in broken down, poor excuse for a tent thingie! Yep I was hungry. Yep I had problems, some big, some small.......
I know how far I have come. It's times like this when I am made to THINK, that I become AWARE of WHO and WHERE I am. See dot, ..............
I AM ME
and
I AM IN MY LIFE
and
I AM IN MY LIFE
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