even if i knew tomorrow...

the world would go to pieces, i would still plant my apple tree. martin luther

but the sky is falling, the sky is falling. we need to worry about the terrorists, the insane profits the oil men are making, the crazy dirty things we are doing to this place where we have to live.

what can i do about all this? besides worry? i just a little chicken, i can't even fly. hell, i don't think this barnyard we're living in is very democratic.

i remember reading 'animal farm' years ago when i was just a chick. hummm. what can i do about the way things are? besides worry? plant an apple tree? what the hell does that mean?

living in the present moment

i'm thinking about the past and worrying about the future. i suppose it's the holidays. i suppose i do this even when it's not the holidays. one thing for sure, my knowledge of worry is a cute. not so cute! how come i have the wings if i can't really fly? what's up with that anyway?

learning to live

As long as you live, keep learning how to live...
i am. learning. i am learning about overwhelm and how to map.
i am learning just enough. sometimes it feels like too much.

sometimes it feels like i'm learning to cry too much.
tears are the storm that heals what is gone and brings moisture to what is new.

are you learning?

your buddy,
the chicken god

p. s. write to me! are you suffering from anxiety or grief? let's help each other.
Let's Tickle the Chicken God!

worry

here's one of my favorite chinese proverbs...
that the birds of worry and care fly above your head, this you cannot change.
but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent.

are the birds of worry building nests in your hair?
vent your worries and knock out a nest right now!

anxiety

anxiety...it's in my head, in the rhythm of my breath, and I can feel it like a fist in the pit of my stomach.

i think i can avoid it, but it follows me around like a dependable pet. so, i look at it now like it is a cartoon chicken. i can't seem to completely rid myself of it, even with a pill - so why not look at anxiety with a sense of humor! some of my most brilliant comedic episodes happen when my chicken is bossing me around!

i don't appreciate the humor when it is happening, but the sensational after version i record in my journal gives me a chuckle or two.