DVD rage…

By Emily Mumford on June 27, 2014 in Emily's Personal Blog
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I woke this morning to discover that I had spent the night dreaming about buying my mother presents – in particular a DVD – and her being rather sniffy and ungrateful, and me going into a huge rant about how hard it was to buy things for her and how well intentioned my present had been and how angry I was at her reaction.

 

I was once bad tempered with Tom all day because of something he had done to me in my dream…

 

And then as I thought of this, and smiled at how bonkers I can be, my mind started thinking about how good one of my friends is – doing yoga and Qigong – and how rubbish I am because despite a recent resolution – I have done nothing… And then my mind leapt and I thought of the new turf we’ve had laid and all the places where it is a bit bare or uneven and thinking how I should have made more effort to avoid this – and then I remembered I had bought some things with spikes on that you strap to your feet and walk round your lawn – aerating it as you stomp about… and as I was picturing this and how silly I will look – a wave of fedupness came over me – where were they? I had ordered them ages ago – had I bought them from someone who had taken my money and run…?

 

And I thought – awake or asleep Emily – WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!???

 

And then I remembered this poem…

 

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost… I am helpless.

It isn’t my fault.

It takes forever to find a way out.

 

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don’t see it.

I fall in again.

I can’t believe I am in the same place.

But, it isn’t my fault.

It still takes me a long time to get out.

 

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in. It’s a habit.

My eyes are open.

I know where I am.

It is my fault. I get out immediately.

 

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

 

I walk down another street.”

 

 

? Portia Nelson, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery

 

I am sure I will have the best time today – eventually 🙂

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