Musings on a ridiculous world
Musings, breath-holds, garden ramblings, and health tips the experts forgot to mention.
Where I jot down whatever bubbles up — after a long breath-hold, a barefoot wander, or a early morning ocean swim. Stories from the show, reflections on life, the odd chicken report.
It’s not advice. It’s just what I’ve found while wending my way toward feeling good in a world that’s become very loud.
Welcome. Leave your shoes at the door.
More to come...
breathing, diving and swimming through clouds
i’ve been doing breath-work almost every morning sometime between 1 - 7am for about 9 years. have you seen the wim hoff vids? "fully in" he says - "let it go...fully in let it go". i do it in bed on my back, then after the 30th breath let it out and stop breathing. no need to breathe for a while because you've just oygenated your blood. i monitor the metrics with a garmin watch and note the heart rate dropping into the 50s as the hold continues. i took this up because i love diving, wanted to make my lungs stronger and value natural immunity.
the fourth cycle is my own addition - big inhale after 60 breaths and then holding for as long as I can.
the fifth cycle is the same as the first 3.
it’s nice being comfortable with not breathing. i visualise being underwater in that blue/green stillness. in bed i can hold my breath for a fairly long time because the body is doing nothing. it’s a different matter when you’re moving your body through the water.
how about free divers? they blow me away!
so ocean swimming 3 mornings a week allows a chance to practice it. beautiful cold clear water teaches without saying a word. backstroking is a meditation - like swimming through the sky. clouds can be stunning displays of geometry and colour. cloudless days watch the birds - always different types and different wing shapes. you glide with them. sometimes a gannet dives in right beside you - a bee follows your face - a dragonfly did once.
you feel joy welling in your heart and if you’re me you start singing a fave little chant - om mane padme houng.
a dream around authority
i don't want to go no no no no
authority persists so much it seems i can't resist the touch
something takes me to the door
"this is far enough, no more
"i don't like this place" i cried
something pushes me inside.
this is so cool a place of dreams
things aren't quite so bad it seems
i run back out to get you
"there are rolling hills with streams" I say "and trees and wildflowers for you"
how could I think this place was weird, it's full of strange delight.
i want to take you back inside so you can see this too.
at last, you seem to make your mind
we go inside but here's the flaw -
this isn't where I was before.
there must have been a different door
let's get out right now, i need to run to pee,
we left the dog outside and she needs some company
i think we better go go go no time to be polite you know,
just grab your legs and fly
no need to say goodbye