June 17, 2011

• Layers of Thought

     I use the word thought a lot.  Thought a lot is what I got.  It seems to seep right out my brain.  Then tumbles right on back again.  Nope. No poem here. (toothy smile)

     As I was saying...I use the word thought in many of my titles.  Can't seem to get around it and I has a way of drawing readers in.  Maybe they know me well enough here on Xanga to like the idea that I'm thinking a thought.  Maybe it's a new blogger who wants an idea of who I am by reading about my thoughts.  No matter which one you are, you are always welcome here to share the thoughts that seem to come from strange places then lead me to interesting ideas about living my life.

     So the layers came in while cleaning my stove top.  The King wasn't feeling good and the rest of us were work force for our friend who's throwing a block party.  My crew of three plus me can get a lot done in a short period of time.  We make it fun and encourage each other to keep up the good work as we move along with our tasks.  We also work together and the time is well spent.  Meanwhile, The King, who wasn't feeling well in any sense of the word was cooking beets and artichokes on the stove in a large pot.  Comfort food.  Steaming was his method of choice.  It takes a while and he sat down on the couch and dozed off.  He awoke to the smell of burning beets and artichokes. 

     Did you know that burnt beets and artichokes smell very earthy and smokey?  They do.  It was overwhelming as we walked in the door, tired and hungry from our tasks. The King looked tired and very low energy.  I moved the beets outside as they hadn't cooked all the way through and were permeated with the smoke flavor.  The artichokes were saved and mighty tasty according to my crew of three as the leaves were the only thing burnt and they didn't have a overly smokey flavor.  Go figure?  Maybe being tired and hungry helps.

     I looked at the stove top and grabbed a sponge.  There were layers of beet juice dried and burnt on the surface.  Not a pretty sight.  Since it was on my stove top I didn't want to use anything abrasive, so I soaked the area and then came back to remove it.  Nope, it was going to be layers of removal.  I was going to be working on it over a period of time as I don't use heavy chemical in my home.  It takes a bit more elbow grease and patience.

     As I let my thoughts go into "I'm doing scrub labor and you can float around where ever you wish while I do."  Dish washing does this for me too however I've been singing as I do dishes lately, so I guide my brain when my hands are underwater so to speak.

    Anyway...I was thinking about the layers of life that need such time and patience in order to process and the thought that we tend to be impatient and want them to just GO.  Layers of our hurt, fears, lost love, lack of love, family drama, or need for a change.  We want to remove it quickly, hide it or dismiss it and it really just needs us to slow down and let it lift one layer at a time.  We find something that helps to lift a layer and then we get frustrated and we walk away or quit.  We fall back into a pattern that we never really gave a chance.  I looked down at the stove top as I removed the next layer carefully and with more determination.  It started to break away easily. 

     I don't know...burn some beets, get some insight?  That's how my brain rolls. I better head for the beach to get some fresh air.

  

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