When the oh no arises heavy and dark finding us exposed in a fake olly olly oxen free moment, we long to go hands up into the capture, but mind can’t quite quiet. Under the quilt we settle, side eyeing the stuckness. First, got trapped toe, then butt got stuck, and now whole right side, fetal position in a dollop of goo. Oh no is wanting to be seen. WE see you; now go away. Not so fast, stuck says. We conjure up a conversation. We bargain away life chips. Silence. We curl up in the lap. We cry. We sooth ourselves by moaning. Oh No has come to teach on its own time. It must be a doozy of a good lesson! Are you feeling game for crawling down the barrel of a cannon facing the deeply poisoned sea? Just you wait for the boom and kersplash. Any minute now, stillness doesn’t say. red rover red rover send jesus right over and buddha and laoTse and Luck for good measure. Huddle up for this self-talk in lieu of wisdom: it could be worse it could always be worse up and atom or is it adam? out to the rice fields out to the marshlands with you and your totem comforts a heart on the sleeve and a mouth reluctant for explanation will get you bruising. tromp on some dirt out of your damn stuck spot – the sun is longing for your skin.
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Life as Improv 
sometimes it’s wonderful
to have the presence
of another human’s contact
to hold the stuckness
or kick it in the butt 🙂
The human presence
is powerful strong
and very much appreciated, SM.
I took the body to that rice field,
and I climbed up on the high chair
that is there for bird observation.
From there the world let me hear the hum
of everything in unison –
Up there I sang again my single note
one in all the notes of
the great song of life.
hmmmmmm!
Isn’t thought wonderful; or is that so; maybe it’s just so so-so and who can trust something that writes its own eulogies? What am I supposed to say “Marga just fly girl” to justifly the fly girl that would be an insult to thought wooden it – note to self: “yer plank” – cos thought kerplunk went the plank that thunk all this down and knitted it together after all did a knit? Thoughtko Ohno told Marga she couldn’t go flying and Miss Ohno’s stickiness dropped what she thought was Marga into a dream of Stuckism so she chicken doubt went “Cluckism” then “Oy vay” thought thought, thinking it was Marga; or maybe the “Du vay” got her toes stuck so duck-filled and not confused today’s day “quack” remedies and threnodies to the dead self thought thought whereas it ought to have taught thought nought but to get caught in the “Du vay”; oh alright “quilt”; now you must trust the thrust of this thought thunk ‘ere dear – clear ’nuff stuff?
Well, it ruins the stuckness a bit my dear, if you make me laugh at it. If I want to stay stuck, then I must remember tis serious business, my not fly girling with furrowed brow. I am knitting you a Du Vay, as punishment for your seeing through, calling it out, dancing at my very own eulogy (who can trust the author of that, good call!) You do make me forget and just dance, just dance. There is never anything to do, but the next thing, even on such stucken dream days as this! you delight delight delight someone whose name I forgot. xo! her
“You do make me forget and just dance, just dance. . .”
I am compelled to declare my love. The allowance of the impulse as it moves through her for the dance is a beautiful thing – I feel utter joy at her joy and could enjoy her expression for forever – mesmerizing!
That’s it, exactly Marga – she is indeed ‘mesmerising’. Fantastic syncing too; not that it was down to our dancing queen.
stuckness,stuckness, where for art thou?
oh there you are
just round another corner of my psyche
baiting the trap
react? or respond?
compassion? or judgment?
rinse and repeat?
stalemate?
all of the above
🙂 xoxo
Oh, such a place.
All of the above
becomes more bearable
(and laughable)
with your loving wink
and nod!
xo!! m
I shouldn’t try to read between the lines, as these lines are not to be overlooked, and anyway, my feelings have taken their cue. Compassion can work with far less, and has before. Why not get started? (My experience is that) Jesus heals by inviting all of us and all our oh no’s into his heart for a warm gathering. From there, the procedure is swift, indeed. The false and the true simply cannot coexist. Does it help to know this reckoning is inevitable? Every life chip I bargained away came back as doves, as messengers from the inheritance that can never be lost.
Much Love
Michael
How many licks does it take to get to the center of that toosie pop without getting a sore on the tongue? This false question can be answered by the chocolaty goodness tootsie truth that helps the tongue forget to ask. 🙂 Oh whose fingers do type such silliness today?
Oh no and stuckness are just a couple of Rumi’s visitors. Don’t be rude Marga! Invite them in, offer them tea, be kind. They just want to be included. Poor sad oh no and stuckness 😦
Alison
xoxox
Dead right, Alison! Grandma’s teapot must be brought out; sad oh no and stuckness come with such important messages that I am trying to read on blank notecards in the dark under the quilt. – Nonsense! Thank you for your light and loving seeing! The knot loosened rather quickly with a whisper from the hum (never not here in the fields of life – even when I get lost under quilts of thought) xo! marga
How beautiful are your boots and wings and dunce cap. Hot pink. Fantastic. Oh no and stuck seem to be sidekicks lately to many fellow travelers, which I appreciate deeply. Perhaps we crazy woo woo folks have started a trend. Perhaps they are unavoidable company, and it is not losing them in the crowd, but dancing with them through the crowd. Along with a good guffaw and giggle now and then, and you are a beautiful and hilarious dancer. 🙂
Lately, it does seem I signed up for an advanced course on roller coaster, fun house mirror, eye of the tornado surfing! I catch a glimpse of you every now and again around the center – your laughter helps the ride! xo!!