hoarding the one you love…

hoarding the one you love

I’m probably not the one to talk to about the problem of hoarding.  Hoarding is pretty much in my DNA… I know this for a fact because I’ve seen my strings.  All the helix are helixing away, but for one strand that has boxes of old magazines stuffed in it.  I’ve looked through the atomic microscopes…I KNOW what I saw.

Hoarding to me was a luxury.  Before I adopted Frank, I was out on the street trying to survive.  If I could find two of ANYTHING to eat it was a good day… it just meant I didn’t have to work AS hard to find something the next time.  So when I could, I did.   Now that I am fortunate enough to not have to worry about where my next diet coke is coming from, I can ease off.  But, once in a while I feel the urge…because even in comfort I know it all can change faster than I can say ‘change’.

Which is why I’d like you all to continue buying Frank’s art and books.  You supporting him and his art keeps me from hoarding (too much).  Like how I added that little bit in parenthesis?  You can take the squirrel out of the nut, but you can’t take the nut out of the squirrel.

the light and lamp…

lamp and light

Imagine yourself a lamp.  It doesn’t have to be a fancy lamp… with touch switches, 3 way lighting or neon adornments… just a lamp.  Would you really want a shade?

Anyone who shows something new to someone else could be considered a lamp.  You shine light on that which would otherwise be in the dark, facilitating sight, showing the good, the bad and the i-want-to-forget-that moments.  Lamps are good.

Frank’s Mom once bought him a squirrel lamp.  At first, I was kinda offended by it.  I felt as though my kind were being objectified in some way.  But once he plugged it in and turned it on, I was proud.  Proud that the light was so bright… and prouder still that the light bulb was in the squirrel’s tail.  Never saw such a wonderfully illuminated tail… except for that time I got a little too close to the stove…but that’s another story.  I suppose in that case, I was probably giving off more than a little light…the light was sprinkled with burnt hair smell and some well placed profanity.

Try and shine some light.

let it go…

have to let it go...

It’s not easy, sometimes even impossible, for me to let it go.  All the positive thinkers and doers of big things always seem to have a form of this mantra swimming in their notebooks.  Not letting go of things weighs you down, prevents you from being more, being better or just being in a place different than where you are now.

Then there are times where I think I’ve legitimately let something go… only to realize that I’ve subconsciously attached a kite string to it allowing it to follow me EVERYWHERE.  Ever try cutting a kite string when you really want to?  Sure, then can break real easy when you don’t expect it… but trying to break it is like trying to cut through steel cable with half a stick of butter.

I don’t always follow my own advice. What fun would that be?

cerebral moment…

cerebral words for the next generation...

I’ve never professed to be a cerebral master.  I just see things, then take what I see and say things.  There’s nothing more than that.  I’m no different than you… except for that one thing.  You know…

…my short arms?

multiple personalities…

multiple personalities

I have a multiple personality problem: I’m running out of room to store them all.

Anyone who breathes has at least two personalities.  If there are two or more, that would be multiple personalities, right?  Now, before anyone who reads this gets all up in arms about a squirrel bagging on mental illness, stop.  I’m not going there…so neither should you.  I will not dispute or refute anything about those suffering from any kind of mental illness.  I know it’s real.

I’m talking about something I’ve covered before.  The beings we become or need to be in certain situations to get the optimal benefit.  As I said before we’re all actors.  The difficulty and ultimate illness comes from not KNOWING you’re an actor and just being.  When that crazy-eyed monster before you doesn’t know that they are in fact a nice person that’s a problem.  I keep my masks in check… and in boxes.  But I always keep in the back of my mind that I may be one or two acting gigs away from never coming back… so I have to be careful.

It’s all about being a more responsible multiple personalitied squirrel in the world trying to get a nut or two.  Did I just make up a new word or did I just spell an old word wrong?

stuck in the middle…

stuck in the middle with bob the squirrel

The middle.

Life can be funny.  Unfortunately, life doesn’t always have the ability to read an audience.  Life can’t always tell when it’s the perfect moment for a laugh.  It just goes through the lines… and whatever the audience wants or needs, well, that’s almost secondary to getting through the show.  You as the spectator need to pick out what you need or want…and if you go to get popcorn during that part, oh well.  Enjoy that popcorn because you moment has passed and there may not be another one.  If you leave in the middle?  Another “oh well” for you.

IT just seems like whatever I seem to do lately, I’ve missed something that could possibly open the whole experience up.  Even when all signs point to the fact I’ve started at the beginning, as soon as I start it, it feels like I’m in the middle.  I don’t think there’s any one way to solve this.  Nothing anyone or any experience can do to help a squirrel out here.  I’m thinking it all comes down to the perception of looking forward and what elements I think I want to get out of any experience.

Or maybe I’m just pig-headed and destined to be chronically disappointed.

actors are we…

actors are we...

We’re all actors.  There’s virtually no way you can maneuver through the day to day of day to day without having to play some sort of role.  It doesn’t have to be a dramatic role… sometimes, you have to act a certain way to get some extra cream in your coffee… or to get ahead in a line.

We all act.  We’re not all leading actors, but we all act.  Think about it.

How many times have you heard someone saying, “I’m just being me.”?  How many times?  You might hear that coming out of someone’s face at least five times a day.  Seriously.  What does, “I’m just being me,” even mean?  Who are we but actors playing a role?  Multiple roles!  We are different actors all depending on the different scenes.  I’m not the same squirrel at breakfast than I am at dinner.  I’m not the same squirrel in love as the squirrel in indifference.

No one is just one thing.  No one is just “me”.

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