Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Counting

I am listening to the sound of several fans going throughout the house. I have turned off all other noise in an effort to just be. I find the fans soothing -- a kind of white noise for the troubled soul. I let the air move over me, across my skin, causing a shiver and a slight movement to my clothes.

I just breath in and allow myself to relax. And breath out. I encourage this technique with those I counsel: turn off everything, listen to your breathing, count in to four and out to four. Slow your heart to match that pace. S-l-o-w.

If I stop counting for even a moment, everything speeds up again. My mind races, making lists of things to do, things I want to do, things I must do, things I have not done, things I have to do without, things I will have to do to change the way things are now. Lots of things. Swirling and catching me up in their quick turns and fancy footwork. I get dizzy and lost and panicky and...

Wait. One. Two. Three. Four. Out. One. Two. Three. Four. Okay, I remember now. That breathing thing it comes in handy.

6 comments:

  1. Beautifully written. Hopefully you can either catch up or let it go so you can rest!

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  2. So true Mr. Miyagi, so true.

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  3. Pah! Holy crap roger, you're awesome.

    And Bron--don't worry. By the end of the summer, it will all be over. We'll be moved and your house will be clean.

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  4. Seven: Thanks!

    Roger: Nicely done.

    Ky: It wasn't you guys stressing me this time. Really!!

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  5. Hey, I slowed my heart to 45 rpm and scared my wife and two doctors.

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  6. Awesome. I need to do this very thing a lot more often.

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