Totally Irrelevant Dribble: Or How I can Kill Days Navel Gazing

Is that the right term?  Navel gazing?   

I believe it means that I’m doing absolutely nothing but sitting with my head down staring at my navel. Hours blown while my mind zooms in and out and back to where it started. Repeat. 

In my case, just to be honest, I’m staring at a “navel” that exists in a million year old river rock that I stole from someone’s garden. A small slit that was once full of crystals, long eroded over the millenia.  

Of course there’s a story behind this.

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Good Lord, I feel Like I’m Dyin

Author’s note:  My good friend tells me I’m not whining, I’m venting, and have every right to do so..  So this is a vent about the last few weeks, following a horrible Christmas.  Being constantly ill (nauseated) and in physical pain for these past 5 years has been more than a challenge.  I don’t know how many more times I can pull myself back up, as the frequency of these “events” seems to be increasing.  I was hoping for a break after the Christmas disaster, but alas…)

If you read this blog you know by now music plays a big role in my life.  Something is playing in my head constantly as background music, my own personal elevator Muzak.  Every once in a while it’s something new, the melody breaks through my train of thought and I have to sit at the piano.

It’s usually something from my past.

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