What are you listening to?

[Jim D.]

I am listening to my thoughts prepared and given in my last post "Why I Cannot Rely on Philosophy."

[Jim D.]

I am listening to the water metor counting the cubic feet of water being used to water my flower garden using a soaker.

[Jim D.]

Listening to the air conditioning humming.

[Marblehead]

You guys sure have good ears.  (And busy mind.)

[Jim D.]

I hear a gorilla somewhere. Oh!!! That's MH. 

[Nungali]

[Jim D.]

I see the movie "Dirty Dancing" in the above pic. Therefore I hear Olivia Newton John.

[Jim D.]

Silence

[Marblehead]

A couple of the frogs crocking.  (Not dying, not that kind of crocking, proclaiming territory or calling for a girl.  I haven't learned their language yet.)

[Jim D.]

Right now a carpenter is working on a room right off my wife's bedroom. What I am listening to is hammering, drilling, and pulling of nails out of the old 2 x 4's...

Edited July 12, 2016 by Jim D.

[Marblehead]

But they will be paid well for making all those beautiful sounds.

[Jim D.]

Right now I am feeling the pain where my teeth use to be. It is interesting that what seems to hurt the most are where the Novacaine shots entered the skin  of my jaw bone. It is a paradox. Pain to relieve pain, but only to feel pain later. So, what I am listening to is my body telling me it has been traumatized.

 

I didn't feel pain during the procedure because my brain did not receive the messages. But my nervous system did.

 

I had a transient thought. What if the circumstances was radically different, and I were strapped into a chair immobilized...could not move my body, arms, or legs...and there were these two surgically gowned and surgically gloved young men ordered to extract information out of me through creative denistry. I have often wondered how I would hold up under torture. Not very well...not very well at all. In the past, the thought of it made me feel cowardly and ashamed.

 

Today, I know better. John McCain cracked under torture as evidenced in his Book, Faith of My Fathers...A Family Memoir.

Edited July 13, 2016 by Jim D.

[Papayapple]

Why is this SO SHORT?!!!

[Marblehead]

Why is this SO SHORT?!!!

 

Because they thought the rest of the program was worthless?

[Marblehead]

BTW  I'm listening to Zydeco music this morning.

[sagebrush]

:mellow:hmmmm....

 

looks like right about now I am reaching for Edith Piaf....

 

non je ne regretted rien

Edited July 15, 2016 by sagebrush

[Marblehead]

:mellow:hmmmm....

 

looks like right about now I am reaching for Edith Piaf....

 

non je ne regretted rien

You are older than I thought you are.

[Jim D.]

Right now I am listening to my body heal. Behaviors I was not so willing to perform a few hours before are not an obstacle. Sounds that were considered to be noxious stimuli to my senses are somehow bearable. My surroundings are coming into focus ever so slowly and subtely. It is almost not preceivable. Sleep is healing. It awakens the wholeness of me that is within. Like an awakening baby, untarnished by life's indulgences and cruelties. There is a pureness in healing...that which we cannot see...Is

Edited July 16, 2016 by Jim D.

[Marblehead]

Yeah, physical healing take time.  Spiritual healing takes a lot longer.  The physical has to deal with only the physical; the spiritual has to deal with our ego.  it's one of the reasons we are told to lessen our ego.

 

(Yeah, I know, some Buddhists say that we should eliminate the ego but I don't agree with that.  Just lessening would do a lot of good.)

 

 

Oh!

 

Zydeco music is still playing.

Edited July 16, 2016 by Marblehead

[Papayapple]

Music from this video:

[Jim D.]

I am listening to the last minute 'boomers' left over from those that can't let go of 4th of July. My dog, Sweeper, comes to me. And so, I hear the tap, tap, tap, of her nails against the wood floor. I tell her that she cannot lay across my lap because the weight of her and her head obstructs my ability to type. I say to her playfully, I will wack you in the head if you persists. My wife giggles, gets up from the couch, and moves towards her office to have a cigarette, or maybe check for something on the Internet. Now, I hear her cough slightly as she encourages Sweeper to go down stairs towards the basement where the noise is more muffled and less disturbing for Sweeper. Our sleeping quarters and soon to be her adjacent Yoga room are there. Sweeper too has her dog bed there which is made up of a Yoga sitting matt, a wool blanket I found along the way, a bed sheet rapped around the mat, wool blanket, and over the pillow. Quit cumfffy!

[Junko]

I'm also checking new music.I'm listening to new 'duran duran'songs(Album).Singer's voice never changes, that is good.

[Marblehead]

I put my 1960s Soul music collection on this morning.

 

Actually, this one is from 1974 but it is true to the 1960s style:

 

 

 

[Jim D.]

I am listening to the ringing in my ears, and the air conditioning fan.

[Marblehead]

I am listening to the ringing in my ears, and the air conditioning fan.

 

You really should take the bells out of your ears.  Rings are bad enough.