Imaginations gone wild

Does this remind you of anyone you know?

... he had produced his own version of the facts, and believed that he was getting it from you. . . . Tell him that a boy called Churchwood had caught a field mouse and kept it as a pet, and a year, or ten years later, he would ask you, "Did you ever hear what became of poor Chickweed who was so afraid of the rats?"

C.S. Lewis, Suprised by Joy

there's a tumbly in my grumbly

I finally bought myself a rock tumbler. Yay! If I’m patient enough and can delay gratification long enough, I will have the satisfaction of my crusty rock collection, chosen with care on the beaches of Lake Michigan, Lake Tahoe, and Big Sur, emerging as semi-precious gemstones. But I have to wait. The excitement wanes for a week at a time… because I must wait, wait, and endure the grinding noise 24 hours a day for almost an entire month.

And I’ve been tumbling in bed for the last month. Almost every morning I wake up drenched in sweat, pillows on the floor, feeling no more rested than the previous night. Apparently, I flail fitfully, unaware, during the times that I’m supposed to be restoring my body and mind. It’s dizzying and exhausting, and if it weren’t for a piece of pharmaceutical plastic, I’d be grinding my teeth down to their stumps. Who is tumbling me around and around? And if I’m patient enough, will I emerge more polished and beautiful, with my unique and colorful qualities shining through? Or will I be crushed into sand? I’m so sleepy.

running through my head... and my heart

lyrics by REM

as the sun comes up, as the moon goes down, these heavy notions creep around
it makes me think long ago I was brought into this life a little lamb
a little lamb, courageous, stumbling, fearless was my middle name.
but somewhere there I lost my way.
everyone walks the same. expecting me to step the narrow path they've laid.
they claim to walk unafraid. I'll be clumsy instead. hold my love me or leave me high.

say "keep within the boundaries if you want to play." say "contradiction only makes it harder." how can I be what I want to be? when all I want to do is strip away these stilled constraints.
and crush this charade. shred this sad masquerade.
I don't need no persuading. I'll trip, fall, pick myself up and walk unafraid. I'll be clumsy instead. hold my love me or leave me high.

if I have a bag of rocks to carry as I go. I just want to hold my head up high. I don't care what I have to step over. I'm prepared to look you in the eye. look me in the eye. and if you see familiarity. then celebrate the contradiction. help me when I fall to walk unafraid. I'll be clumsy instead. hold my love me or leave me high.
walk unafraid. I'll be clumsy instead. hold my love me or leave me high.