You can see why I practice quiet. When I do, it feels good. It is really quiet. I need that because I have a blabbermouth brain.
I wake up in the morning and it starts: get this done! Get that done! But before that, get these things done and those things, too! I know my days are dwindling. I know the days themselves are getting shorter and the dark is getting longer. I don't need to be reminded to check my email and walk with my friends. But Blabbermouth can't take a moment to actually think. Who is it telling? Me! Me! The same person that does the same things every morning, rain or shine, warm or cold.
You'd think a brain, a perfectly good brain, would tire of the same old signals being sent along the same old pathways, day after day. I have been considering asking some bad guys to wash my brain but my friend said that is not a good idea.
Once I was walking alone through the woods. I like to carry a stick to whack things now and then. You know what happens. Deer flies! Persistent, pointless, pesky. They can be a bother. I forgot whose head they circled. Quite disturbed, I smacked my own skull with my stick. It was stupid, it was unpleasant, it was mildly painful. But if Blabbermouth doesn't learn to put a sock in it, I just might give the ol' head another smack. Can't hurt, right?
