Strengthening Your Memories With the Power of a Scent

There are times we want to remember forever. Baking cookies with our children. Walking under the stars with a significant other.

It would be nice to keep those recollections sharp and fresh in our minds. We lose so many of the most important details from our brains over the years. But what if there were a way to strengthen your recollection of positive memories of a person, a place, or an event?

Season your memories with scents artificial and earthy.

Science tells us that our sense of smell forms the strongest mental recordings. As your brain assembles your memories using clips of what you saw, heard, tasted, and felt, your files anchored to a scent will last the longest.

So why not take advantage of this synaptic hack if it’s available. Bookmark a juncture in time with a scent so that you never forget.

Cementing Memories with a Fragrance

There is a way to solidify these happy moments in our minds. Let’s learn how to tether a particular person or moment to a cataloged scent.

Each time an aroma serendipitously wafts over a fence or through a window, a vivid moment from the past replays across our imaginations.

Open windows to reclaim memories.

But those moments don’t always have to be random. We might engineer them with a little creativity and mental scrapbooking.

At our happiest waypoints, there may be an aroma organically provided. The smell of warm peanut butter cookies. A rainstorm in a pine forest. A candle fragrance from Bath and Body Works. The pungent dust of a used bookstore.

But sometimes there’s no true smell associated with a momentous or quiet occasion. So if possible, do a little planning and supply that scent yourself.

Add a fruity lip balm to an anticipated kiss. Note a soap or body gel’s residue irradiating from a lover’s skin. Then protect this signature scent fiercely. Don’t share this aroma with anyone. Uncork it only in times you truly need inspiration from a moment you’ve lost.

The Spice Rack of Recollections

Finding a different smell for every important moment in your life will be difficult, but a trip to your pantry or a market may provide a creative solution.

Open up the spice cabinet where memories linger like a fragrant reel-to-reel of emotion. Those herbal concoctions were perfected by the earth over millennia. They will serve as organic stimuli for your recollections.

Add a dash of seasoning to your memories. Gaze into a lover’s eyes and tear into a stem of thyme to send an aromatic mist into the shared atmosphere.

Release notes of basil in the light breeze enveloping you as you picnic in the park with a friend. Label that friend “Basil” if it will help you recall this moment later when you are without a loved one.

Chemistry Lesson.

Create an aromatic stew for the brain to bag and store away. And then any meal blending these flavors will invoke the person or moment, their best qualities stored in a biologic binary.

Conjure them out of the dust and darkness as a fully-formed 4-D version. Lingering as long as the aroma remains.

Your scent-marked files will carry the most accurate data possible. Less corrupted by time and tape-fade. Catalog your memories like an herbarium of happiness, melancholy, and things we’d like to forget but are obligated to preserve.

The Taste of Memories

Family meals and dinner dates often form vivid memories with no effort at all. There is a reason food triggers such powerful echoes of times past.

Mangia!

It’s not just sniffing that sends you into a reverie spiral. Taste buds are the synaptic neighbor of the sensory cells in the nose.

When you chew food, scent molecules flow over your olfactory neurons. That parsley and black pepper you enjoy over noodles, your recollection of the taste, it’s largely based on smell. It gets cataloged that way. Your nose helps you identify tastes and that function can be harnessed for memory retrieval.

Try plugging up your nose as you eat. Your tastebuds won’t work as well. Your memories may not either. Employ those aromatic dishes as time-markers.

Watermark those savory and sweet moments for later consumption. Don’t surrender a moment of that time around a table to amnesia. Remember the smell of the room as you drew in air to laugh. Store it away in a safe harbor in your mind.

Set an Alarm for Your Fleeting Memories

How often should you be reminded? You’ll have to decide. Use your nose and your sense of taste to leave yourself little alarms. Set them to trigger when you need them most. At scheduled moments or random intervals throughout the year.

Someone on the sidewalk will use that certain type of shampoo that transports you to a rainy night in a tent. A happenstance journey into an Italian Restaurant will trigger the scent memory tied to a certain concentration of garlic in butter.

Don’t hit snooze on your memory prompts.

Set up those fragrant reminders to go off every month or perhaps once every decade. Leave them as a surprise or engineer a smell-based reunion in your imagination after a particularly tough day or when you miss someone the most.

Everyone has tried to return to a moment in time. When a first date was surprised by the synchronicity of your favorite book choice. When you sat in a lawn chair next to your hilarious aunt who smelled of cigarette smoke. Populate your senses, all of them, to bind a moment to your cerebellum. 

  • Gaze deeply into your dog’s brown eyes and take in a deep breath of particulate dander. Ruminate until one day you can call up that companion again and remember the life they devoted to you. 
  • Reminisce on the fragrance of hair blowing across your face in an ocean breeze.
  • Remember the smell of dampness from one rainy night in a tent.

Preserving Our Fragrant Memories for Playback

Use this memory method as a type of séance. Conjure someone who is long since passed or perhaps someone who has banished you to faraway regions. Or evoke someone who is very close by, but who, emotionally, remains as distant as the icy, frayed edges of the known universe.

You might find yourself reminded of a better version of yourself. Maybe our lost selves can be rescued from where they are marooned. Let a redolent scent take you back to discover what’s possible. END

Voldemort was an evil wizard with a few good ideas about binding yourself to a certain moment in time. His memory tricks are legendary. Click on the spooky picture below to discover how Voldemort put a charm on certain objects so that he could never be forgotten. Just be careful not to harm muggles in the process.

A wand over a book of spells.
Horcrux Stew

Parts Per Million…Parts Per Billion: Dealing with Stress

As our descent into modern-day madness continues, we’ll turn to just about anything for comfort. I know I have.

Test tubes with liquids inside.

Lately, when things go wrong, I’ve been counting off numbers in my head for assurance.

Not normal 1,2,3 numbers, but scientific numbers. The kind you find in test tubes and on chalkboards.

Whenever I feel anxious or I’m facing off against a lesser apocalypse, I start to recite a little mantra that’s been in my head. “Parts per million…Parts per billion.”

Your Anxiety In One Million Doses

After a tough day or when I’m dealing with anxiety, “parts per million” is my obsessive way of acknowledging that down the road, whatever may be wrong now will likely only be a minor blip. It may even be forgotten in a few months or perhaps years. A drop of algae in a clear pond.

I whisper this intonation in my adorable, neurotic way and for some reason my anxiety lowers for a bit. I don’t know why, but maybe it’s science.

The Science of Releasing Anxious Thoughts

This idea resonates with me when I consider how parts per million is used in scientific endeavors. In science talk, “parts per notation” is used in the measure of a contaminate per unit volume of water. It’s a method to mark the number of pollutants in a river or the concentration of a mineral in well water.

Clear stream.

In simpler terms, envision a minuscule amount of poison released into a creek and then think about how you’d measure it as it disperses into the rest of the water all the way down.

Imagine the interaction of each molecule of the poison as it flows ever onward. Each molecule detaching from the original cloud of contaminate and sent down at different speeds and flushing into different pools. 

Pitcher of water.
Make Lemonade

Like a single granule of Kool-Aid in a pitcher. It still floats around in there, only we may not be able to detect it. Parts per million describes these tiny amounts. It’s nonsense for most of us, but it’s a way to visualize the poisons that enter our lives and how they can be watered down and weakened over time.

Parts Per Million in Your Days and Nights

Red dye into water.

Think of the stress or mental trauma you suffer as a pollutant. The bad is released into the flowing waters of your life, like red food coloring into a clear river.

Your moments of trauma simply join the stream that flows into the river of everyday events. In turn those stressors eventually release into the ocean of experiences that are our lives.

Parts Per Million…Parts Per Billion.

“A bit of poison released into your ecosystem, but your soul absorbs, dilutes it into something bearable, and moves forwards.”

It’s not a great way to care for a planet. But it’s a coping mechanism I’ve turned to, enabling me to absorb the storms of life and avoid being capsized. 

The idea is to prevent yourself from getting overwhelmed in the present. It may also keep you from stressing about the effects of your current trauma on your future mental state in the months to come. It all flows downstream from your current point in time to merge with other experiences.

Time Dilutes All Wounds

They say time heals all wounds, and in some ways this is true. It’s not that the wound is ever erased, but the stream of life continues. 

Complex clock.
The sources of pain get further and further upstream and further back in time.

The noise of that past damage is eventually reduced by other life events, some good, some bad. Some joyous, some disheartening, and some both. 

It’s just how life works. The less we fight the notion that we can avoid all pain in life and instead, confront problems and move on from them, the sooner the cap is put on that vial of red food coloring. 

Of course, some troubles and heartaches are out of your control, and that’s okay too.

Parts per million…Parts per billion.

Your mind will do what it has to survive. Just make sure you are ever vigilant for ways to cut off streams of polluted waters from merging with your own when possible.  And always remain open to new streams of unpolluted water ready to join your stream. 

Allow love and goodness to wash over your banks and eventually, we’ll all achieve “parts per trillion.” The hard times life brings will have that much less impact on our physical and mental wellbeings.

Parts Per Million: Use as Necessary

Drop of water into pool.

No matter how bad your view is, remember, they’ll never stop making numbers.

However far you need to go to dilute your pain or worry, life will work to accommodate healing. There’s a number out there for it.

If this mantra doesn’t seem to bring relief, your circumstances may call for something stronger. 

Give parts per quadrillion a try…

Quintilion.

Sextillion.

Septillion.

Octillion.

END

For another method for bringing down your stress levels while you’re in bed, trying to sleep, but instead, worrying about the world, click here.

Bird Feeder Meditations

Many of us miss the tiny theaters of war that swoop into existence and just as quickly dissipate every day in our backyards.

Orange and white bird on a branch.

Bird feeders are hot spots, erupting into activity in an instant. It’s the “early bird” as they say, but almost any hour of daylight will present you with the chance to follow a colorful aerial ballet. These dogfights surge in waves around your hanging seed tray or posted feeder.

There’s the opportunity to take advantage of this kaleidoscope of riveting action and breathtaking stunts. You may find you can reset your brain and draw some peace out of this avian chaos.

You purchase bags of seed and reliably fill troughs. You might as well get some free mental health care out of the process.

On Approach to Your Feeder

Try to blend in.

To begin your journey into a meditative state, you have to put yourself into the “bird brains” that control these magnificently feathered machines. You’ll need a proper vantage point to do this from. You’ll need to adjust your pilot’s chair. 

Sit outside with an unobstructed view of the feeder if the weather allows. Give yourself the opportunity to hear flutters, chirps, beak knocks, clicks, and the rush of air. 

If not, sit at a window or sliding glass door. Your mind will supply the sound effects just fine. Silence that cellphone and let these feathered friends take your brain soaring.

Bird Feeder Mediation Launch

Now sit quietly. Observe the actions and decisions taking place. 

Notice the birds in the feeder, but also note every puffed chest of a bird waiting its turn. Check out the birds in a holding pattern. Get to know these circuitous routes as they stall until there’s a place at the table.

Mark in your mind the coordinates of every bird bidding time in a nearby branch. They’ll make themselves known with tiny flourishes of motion, even as they remain firmly attached to their branch. How far do the holding patterns extend? To the next yard? Two yards over?

Decide which birds are linked. Perhaps in a committed relationship. One bird braving the tumult around the food while the other waits quietly in the boughs of a maple.

Watch the dramatic charges, bluffs, and feints. Count how many times a bird flies straight at other fowl, full speed, trusting the other bird gets the hint and fly away.

Put Yourself in the Pilots Chair

After a period, your mind may loosen up enough to follow these birds in flight. Imagine the viewpoint as a bird approaches a feeder. 

Perhaps now inside the feeder, looking up at the tiny wooden rafters, protecting the spread of seed and dried fruit. A cathedral from a feathered perspective. 

My own bird feeder and live meditation class. Taken after a recent snow.

Follow a Cardinal on a controlled dive under a bush. Here, some sloppy eaters have ejected some nuts to the ground. Follow the birds gaze upward to see a canopy of crisscross branches above. To see waiting raptors perched in the lofts overhead. 

Winter can slow down this rush for sustenance or, at times, incite a mad shopping rush. Note the bird feet leaving arrows in the fresh snow. Imagine how the views change in those tree canopies as small glaciers form.

Bird Meditation Wind Down

Now that you’ve followed on spread wing, take one last look and close your eyes. Still remember where all of the actors were staged?

In the 3D topography of your yard formed in your mind, place each bird where it goes. With each swooping sound or whistle, try to move the bird meeple in your head for the bird you suspect has moved.

Try this for five minutes or so, looping birds in and out of your brain playset with each new sound.

Gliding Away to Prepare for Another Day

Bird returning to wooden bird house.
Returning home to curl up with some Netflix

Follow those flight paths into the green areas behind your house. As birds declare their bellies and cheeks full, they naturally desire to return home and stock the cupboards. As one bird leaves, notice who leaves at the same moment. 

Retreating further out of sight, from tree to tree, deep into the woods.

Imagine the return to a nest or a familiar branch. The tiny, slowing heartbeats as they expand their plumage to offer protection and warmth for the night.

After all the posturing and chirping, the near mid-air collisions, everyone ends up where they always do. Back in their domiciles, tucked into their feathers. Ready to be awakened by a fractured sunrise pouring through the foliage. To do it all again. 

Prepare your brain for a period of renewal each night. Or fortify your mind for the coming day each morning. If you find food, water, and have a nest to return to, your other worries can wait. END

There are other ways to harness the power of nature in your meditation. For tips on meditating under a night sky click here. For some tips on meditating using all the soundscapes of nature click here.

Giving The People In Your Life A Win

What are your relationship goals in love, in the workplace, with family and friends? Do you want total domination? To be obeyed without question?

You may assign an employee a task and expect it to be completed just as you’ve directed. You may nag a significant other to change a habit or get a chore done.

Do you move in for the checkmate or encourage for the next time?

You won’t always be happy with the results, but there are times in life when you’ll have to grant people a win. Commend them, even when they fall short of your expectations.

Signaling for a Touchdown When a Foot Was Out of Bounds

We have to remember that almost anyone can let us down (even ourselves).

You may want to:

  • Scream.
  • Fire them.
  • Dig up the password to your match.com account.

But it’s critical not to undervalue a willing heart. Having people in your life who care about pleasing you and who value your opinion can be worth preserving.

Even if they don’t always get things quite right, giving them a victory can do wonders for them and for you.

Rewarding Effort in Our Relationships

Not everyone will strive for your approval, and not everyone will mind if they fail you. You may think there are better candidates out there.

But too often we hand the people in our lives emotional pink slips, only to find the next person up doesn’t care nearly as much about satisfying you.

Are you providing enough handholds?

We must strive to appreciate those people in our lives who desire to make us happy. Effort and intention are valuable.

People who care enough to listen and act on our words shouldn’t be taken for granted. If they hold you in high regard, maybe they are smarter than you think.

If they are willing to give it another go, give them a shot.

Consider rewarding the effort, if not the results.

Don’t Force Others to Quit on You

The sweat someone invests in gaining your approval is something to honor when possible. Because when people feel they can’t please you, you can lose them.

Don’t “Bale” on that Person So Fast!

People who disappoint you can either try harder or choose to give up.

They can decide that winning is unattainable, so they become like everyone else in your life. They tune you out.

You want people to have the incentive to keep trying. Sometimes an unexpected win or reward can be that incentive.

There will be time later to go over how they could improve.

If they continue to work to win your approval, you can reap the benefits down the road. But that payoff can be lost when you choose the nuclear option after a failure.

“Trying their best” is a moving goalpost. Their best can be pathetic at the start. But give it a few months and their best could be quite impressive.

You can regret blowing up a relationship with someone who is giving their all to receive a nod of approval from you. Sometimes you have to give that nod on faith. Forgive and wait for growth.

Consider a Premptive Kudo

This principle is true for all of our interactions in life…with coworkers, children, pets, great aunts, spouses, former child actors, and baristas.

People will very rarely meet all of your expectations, especially in the early going. Sometimes we have to evaluate the passion and heart behind their efforts.

The next time individuals around you screw up and let you down, consider the intention. If they don’t seem to care that they disappointed you, don’t waste too much time when considering their futures.

When you clearly say you want 10 pumps of sugar-free vanilla flavoring and the barista doesn’t comply, it could be an appropriate time to find a new Starbucks.

But when they show the willingness to take responsibility and want another chance to check your boxes, consider granting the opportunity.

Assign a value to that determination before you leave a girlfriend, terminate an employee, turn away from a family member, or revoke a barista’s privilege to make you a latte.

Invest in that effort and wait patiently for future dividends. END

For more on assessing the people in your life, check out my article on the one relationship secret I’ve learned.

You can also check out my blog on dealing with difficult people and hardened sea creatures.

When the Path Curves Out of Sight

We all seek our paths in life, our destiny. But most of us won’t ever hear a booming voice saying “THIS IS THE WAY.”

Still, we wait for the fog over our lives to lift to find a brightly lit waypoint illuminating the entire journey that lies ahead.

A maze of aspen trees.

That doesn’t even happen in video games these days, so we shouldn’t expect that in real life.

Waiting on an “aha-moment” can waste years of life stalling in the maze until we get that perfect vista of the landscape ahead. We’ll also seek a path that has no heartbreak or sadness along the way. Of course, there is no path like that in life.

What if you weren’t going to get more?

The Map Without A “You Are Here”

Trail Map on a sign.

Very few of us get a trail map showing a “you are here.” We won’t get advance warning on the deadends, the wrong-turns coming, or even the restrooms.

What if all you got was the trailhead? The start of a path, worn in the grass, leading into the surrounding hills.

The visible part of the route disappearing around the bend.

Would that be enough? Could you accept this incomplete course and heading clearly laid out without the knowledge of each twist and turn ahead?

The truth is, we don’t usually get the choice. But we waste eons of time struggling with decisions that were never ours to make.

The Moving Monolith

Storybooks and fairytales tell us that if we hack away with our swords or attend so many elegant balls in castles, we fall into our one, true purpose. It’s inevitable.

If we struggle, there will be a magical snowman or a quirky friend to help us along. Then it’s just a straight shot until we hit 80 or 90 years old.

A stone monolith.
You may need a reading ladder.

From childhood, we are told our destinies are found etched into the side of a stone monolith. You stumble upon it, fully-formed. There are no questions, and you’ll never have to doubt. Once we find it, it’s just a valiant march down a straight path until the final days of our lives. Or so we believe.

Of course, lives have never unfolded this way. It’s a unique and changing recipe for each of us, made up of ingredients we find along the way. The monolith moves.

Our destinies are shaped by everything we learn, every pain we suffer, and every person we meet. Some people will pop in to help you and you’ll pop into others’ lives to help them.

Humans Are Frail Creatures

Why is it this way? Why can’t we get the full rundown from the start?

Because we’re weak beings. If a god or the universe granted us a preview of the first challenge we’d meet or the first heartbreak, we’d abandon the journey immediately.

Fragile Orbs Suspended in Dark Matter

Give everything up to avoid the slightest prick of pain. Like a kid who would rather get smallpox than get a shot. How do you wrangle a human to their next goal if they bail at the first look at a washed-out bridge?

So, don’t wait for complete clarity to make your next move. And don’t get anxiety over missing your signpost or message written in the clouds.

The truth is, you are the destiny. The person you become is the purpose. Not your final location, choice, status, title, or significant other. It’s just you. And you can’t miss being you. The true you develops as you seek out your next destiny.

The Fortune We Don’t Want

We all want full disclosure on the twists and turns that lie ahead.

But what if we were granted the knowledge to see into the future and knew the pain that lay ahead? We’d avoid that path altogether. And yet, that path may be the one we’re supposed to take.

The fact is, we’d never start down any path if we knew the heartbreak that lies ahead. The secret is, every path will have suffering and sadness along the way. The good news is, every trail will lead to joy, serendipity, and friendship too.

Frog who looks like Yoda.
The closest picture to Yoda I could afford due to lawsuits over my Star Wars Fan Fiction. (please imagine him holding a laser sword)

In some award-winning Star Wars fan fiction I wrote, Yoda tells a young female Jedi. “Down that path, only suffering lies.” However, Yoda doesn’t tell her the path is the wrong path. It may be her destiny. And he was probably exaggerating the “suffering” part. He meant there will be intense joy and devastating defeats ahead. As in all lives.

We can wait until the clouds clear and we receive total clarity. This moment usually doesn’t arrive, though.

And if it does arrive, we often spend our whole lives drawing from that one moment, not realizing it was never meant to set the entire course of our lives. It was there to get us to the next step.

Humans don’t get to opt out of sadness and regret. It’s built into the stones, roots, and soil of every path. But never forget that moments of unexpected joy are also part of the recipe. It all lies ahead, no matter the path.

Be happy when you discover a signpost in the woods. Many never get that much. End

Sometimes we are desperate for guidance from the universe. I wrote about how you must sometimes release something of yourself to see what returns.

You may be the hero in your own story, but heroes sometimes have to hit trauma to realize the powers they have.

The Truth About Gingerbread Houses

What if we were honest with Gingerbread families?

At closing on their new homes, the walk-through, we told them exactly what will be happening to their family and their new home. The judgment, the demolition, and the devouring to come.

Disclosure Statements in Gingerbread Real Estate

Imagine the gingerbread mother and father signing the papers to purchase a beautiful sugar and flour estate.

Constructed by a reputable baker. This four-bedroom, three-bath, two-story is in a great location…a frosted yard for the kids to play in. Gumdrop shrubbery…a fence of chocolate logs…desirable gingerbread school district.

Gingerbread House.
You have to put enough dough down to lower your monthly payments.

But shouldn’t they know the truth about the neighborhood? Once it’s been appraised, the home could end up the winner of a contest, earn a big blue ribbon. A few pictures snapped (pun intended) …and then family and domicile get tossed into a dumpster.

Or perhaps the gingerbread creation is pieced together by human parents and children as a fun crafting project. In this case, the gingerbread family meets a much worse fate. There’s a good chance the gingerbread dwelling gets dismantled by sticky fingers and consumed. Gingerbread guardians watch as their cookie children get delimbed by powerful, giant teeth.

Gingerbread House.
Gummy bears are not roofing material.

Even if the Gingerbread construct survives for a few days, the first hot day and those gingerbread rafters and sugar shingles will dissolve like Christmas tissue paper. And the frosting used to hold the walls in place will likely attract ants.

Also, the house is kind of made out of the same stuff as the gingerbread man. Hope that doesn’t give them pause.

Would you want to live in a house made of skin? Would you feel cozy? It sounds like a great Netflix docudrama, but not a terrific real estate investment. 

Eleven months out of the year, many of us espouse the old adage “that’s the way the cookie crumbles.” Never let that be the prevailing wisdom in December.

There are other months to let people “suffer the consequences” and “reap what they sow.” In December, make “that’s the way the cookie crumbles” mean something different. It means when the cookie crumbles, something better is revealed or a better tomorrow is immediately baked up or created.

He got kicked out of his Gingerbread House but now he’s got a sweet apartment in a cookie jar high-rise.

Around the holidays, you may feel you’re the gingerbread being. A cookie-cutter person turning the key on a house scheduled for demolition.

You may be missing the magic this holiday. But remember, that the holidays and Christmas aren’t actually magical. These random days each year delight and amaze because there are folks who work very hard to make them special.

Be one of those people. Do what you have to do to make your holidays and other people’s holidays a bit more joyful and memorable. This is your weapon against the holiday blues. Fight for it. Call out into the void, and whoever ends up around your Christmas tree, consider them your mission, your assignments.

There will be other months perfect for feeling down, feeding your narcissism, and passing judgment. December is the break we all get from those defeating thoughts.

And when you think about nailing an eviction notice to that gingerbread door, consider giving the tiny cookie family a few extra weeks to find a shortbread condo or a bundt split-level. END

I wrote about the very real ghostly estates we might find on our next hike into a local state park. Check it out.

Ghostly Estates In Our Parks and Forests

When we’re in the woods, the landscape can seem unchanging. Trees spread out in a grid around the trail to the horizon. It’s hard to notice the subtle differences or believe that anything but nature has taken root on this land before. But there are signs of life we miss on our hikes and walkabouts. 

We can learn to recognize the markers of past civilizations on our walks. Perhaps not empires, but the remnants of a family or two. You may even be able to stand in their metaphorical shoes and think about the view in their day. Similar trees, creeks, and ridgelines, but very different perspectives.

Parade of Lost Homes

There are the remains of old settlements right under our feet that we can overlook as we sip turgid pumpkin brews and bag up the latest deposits from our dogs. 

Patch of green grass in the woods.
Umstead State Park NC USA

My father taught me to spot little changes in the terrain. Like when you come upon a patch of grass in the middle of the forest.

Perhaps a few out-of-place small trees and shrubbery, almost decorative. Some rocks strangely freed from the dirt. Are squirrels practicing Feng Shui or Vastu? 

More likely, you’ve found a home site lost to time. These little out-of-place clearings of weeds and stone may be old homesteads. You may be standing in someone’s yard.

The home is no longer there, but perhaps 200 years ago settlers hacked out some real estate among the oak and hickory. The green carpet below, an attempt at a suburban-like yard by someone forgotten to time.

You might even find a trash pile under some brush, revealing rusted pails and tools.

Dog in clearing in woods.
The same site in the fall. My dog defiled it.

Always wondered about this little clearing in a state park only minutes from my home. Where did they go to school, attend church, buy flour?

Daffodil flowers.
Flower Beds of the Past

In the American Southeast, one sure sign of a former homesite is revealed with the spring arrival of yellow and white daffodils. You’ll see them in rectangular alignments as if they used to be in a flower bed.

Perhaps they were only to emerge one March day to find the family they flowered for each spring had left for more fertile ground.

Most tracts of land have seen people crawl over their hillsides and hollers over the centuries. They’ve hoisted timber and secured shingles or tin to escape the downpours life releases.  

These bygone homesites have mostly returned to the dirt, but you can see the outlines they’ve left in forestland and state parks.

It’s amazing to think we can nearly drive up to these sites today, and yet in olden days, they were likely five, ten, twenty miles from the nearest neighbor. That’s quite a long drive for early minivans.

Meditating on Holidays in Collapsed Homesteads

So far from anything, and yet a family slept under the roof that once stood here. Shared a warm, cooked bird in November. Went to bed on Christmas Eve here. Talked about life. Watched snow cover the leaves.

Marbles
Where do lost marbles end up?

If you concentrate you can imagine a girl dropping a marble through a hole in the floor. A prized possession. She goes crying to her mother, but the colorful orb is never recovered. 

Here’s the secret you can take with you as you drive home. That marble is still there. Mashed into the dirt. Perhaps six inches down by now.

The glass once warmed in the hand of a child you can never meet, in a time you can never visit. But the spirit of the home and the marble persist, even if we tread over it without ever noticing. (END)

I believe that we can boost our appreciation of nature and reap the inner rewards. Check out my attempt to turn a creek into a mediation studio. You can also visit my page on observing the night sky from a different perspective.

Meditate Under The Night Sky

A mental exercise to try at night when your brain won’t slow down. Use a focal point you can rely on for the next billion years. Find a place to view the stars. Even one star visible between buildings will do. 

Glare at the hypnotic dots and try to imagine…what would you think stars were if you didn’t already know? 

Say you didn’t have centuries of dusty natural science books providing the answer. What might you guess about the reason for those pinpricks of light?

Sparking Campfire
Embers of a good idea.

What did cowboys think the stars were as they lay on their blankets out under the constellations? The Milky Way a dust storm billowing across the prairie? 

What did merchants camped along the Spice Road decide about these enigmatic lights? What did cavepeople theorize when they looked up from the campfire?

Launch Guesses at the Stars

Stare at the points of light and the deep darkness between. Given no hints and forced to muse at their purpose, what would you come up with? Perhaps those icy dots are spread across a dark continent passing directly overhead of our own. 

Foggy cityscape at night.
Skyscrapers catching stardust.

They are campfires spread across a vast upside-down landscape.

Peradventure these ever-bright bulbs are cities on that landmass emerging each night, a little grid of streets and buildings hidden during the day.

Cavern Lit by Candles
A vast cave full of wonder.

Perhaps they are lanterns hung in a vast, coal-black cavern. Each lamp mounted by explorers before us. Intended to light our way when we are ready to venture into the depths or heights.

Circuit-Board.
The wiring of the universe.

The sparks from a mammoth circuit-board. Indicators lit.

The board that keeps all the components of the universe connected in a compact space to one power source. When one goes out, thankfully, others ignite and the circuit remains unbroken.

Maybe these lights were not strung for us, and yet, we appear to be the only ones viewing them.

A Mediation Among The Stars

Nebula
A pinpoint in your mind…infinite in size.

This exercise not only slows your runaway thoughts for a bit but also serves to build something larger in your mind. When your brain space gets small, anxiety echoes and builds. When the head expands, worries become diffuse like a wispy nebula. 

It’s also a good time to be reminded of the mysteries and wonders all around us. Are your days becoming unbearably routine and predictable? Use that string of suns as a mnemonic to plug your brain into something grand, casting its shadow across our tiny journeys night and day. End

Check out a few alternate thoughts on black holes here.

Don’t Assume You Are The Only Good In Your World

A lot of things keep us up at night. Overthinking won’t let us power down our brains and instead, we take a journey on a near-infinite loop of imagined fears and outcomes. 

Fair ride lit up at night.
Spin Cycle

Stressing about problems in our lives is normal, but some of us sit helplessly as our over-active imaginations spin our anxiety like a fidget wheel. 

We presuppose every way a situation can go wrong, but there’s another way of looking at those imagined outcomes. We can assume the worst, so why can’t we assume the best? 

Letting go of all that existential dread starts with a revolutionary thought…

You aren’t the only good person in the world.

Putting a Positive Spin on Negative Thoughts

We spend hours with our eyes closed, picturing in full color every way that something in the future could spiral out of control. 

What’s worse, our brains might drag up past events that have already been resolved without disaster, and yet we stress over the ways they could have gone much worse. These concepts sound ridiculous in the light of day, but when the darkness closes in, they can seem real and probable. 

You can’t stop all bad things from happening, but you can prevent 100% of the catastrophes that only occur in your mind.

Scott Sentell

My worst nights always start with a lost puppy.

The Lesson of the Lost Puppy

Stray dog on beach.
Maybe they actually enjoy not theming for the holidays.

I looked for new ways to reign in the destructive side of my imagination after stressing over the imagined fate of my dog. What if she was lost? What if I couldn’t reach her to provide help, food, a gentle hand?

What about every other stray dog on the planet? Like those cities in other countries where sweet mommy dogs just wander the streets and beaches and plop down a litter of puppies whenever and wherever they feel like it. That stresses my brain! 

Who will love them and give them a home? Who will dress them in Halloween costumes??!! 

I had to find a way to stop my brain from getting stuck in such a debilitating groove.

The Lost Puppy Solution

Then, after many sleepless hours, I realized the one thing I never considered. There were millions of other people in the world who worry about the same things. 

Dog in a window.
Different House. Same Entitlement.

If my pup was ever lost, I could safely assume there were other people she would encounter who would gladly help her. Even if I can’t find her, or I can’t protect her, or provide for other stray pets, there’s always someone in the right place at the right time who can. I wasn’t the only positive force in my neighborhood, my city, or the world for that matter.

Even if I’m never reunited with my dog, my first thought shouldn’t be that a tragedy has occurred, or she’s been initiated into a coyote pack. 

My initial thought repositions. There are others who will come to her aid, take her in, give her a home, or take her to a rescue where she will find another good home just like mine was.

I’d be sad, but I can live with it. Subsidizing that sadness with the most tragic thoughts I can concoct every night doesn’t help anyone. Someone will share a turkey sandwich with a stray dog. Someone will nuzzle a puppy on the sidewalk.

Now take this renaissance of positivity and apply it to the other worries you clutch closely to your chest. 

Start by picking one problem to change your expectations on.

Believing in the Good of Others 

How do I know it’s true? That there are other forces of good in the world? Because I’ve lived it. 

For some reason that tragedy was unavoidable, or perhaps your actions made it inevitable. And yet, you received a helping hand or a companion in pain, even when you didn’t deserve it. 

We assume the world is wicked, but something other than evil responds.

A Lack of Faith in Positive Thinking

Sunshine behind clouds.
Perhaps prayer is our way of participating in a good existing outside ourselves.

If you believe in a higher power, this type of doubt verges on a lack of faith doesn’t it? Even if you can’t reach out and rescue someone, does God turn away?

Does God not sit with the defeated, the downtrodden, the victims, the dying? Is God not fit to oversee creation? Did God not originate compassion?

We struggle to believe a lot of things, but the notion that your higher power is a force for good shouldn’t be a hard concept to internalize. Didn’t God take care of creation long before you were born and will God not continue to do this when you’re long gone?

God will comfort. But God doesn’t have the luxury of short-sightedness. Sometimes bad things have to play out. God might be guiding someone to a better place, to a stronger self, but to get there some hard times must play out. 

So, don’t despair over every puzzling circumstance that arises. You don’t order the days and set the schedule. Set the anxiety you feel over the fate of the universe on a shelf. Exercise real faith for once. There are acts of good and of mercy that have played out without your participation. They will continue to do so.

So, don’t let your anxiety fool you each night into picking up those burdens.

Wrap Up

Paperback book on a hanger.
Some Plots Need To Dry.

Thinking up the worst possible scenarios is a great trait for a paperback writer. Inflicting horrific things on your main character to keep the reader enthralled is almost expected. But in your life, you’re the protagonist.

So don’t be sadistic and cruel to your main character. If you’re just a normal non-fiction human trying to get through life without your heart exploding, work each day to reframe your thoughts. 

Do your best to subvert bad and accelerate good. But when you feel powerless, put some faith in people you know and don’t know around you. Trust that good people exist and that people you thought of as bad can sometimes do good. End.

For more help slowing down a drowning mind, try my alternate way of looking at problematic thoughts as parts per billion.

Life: The Escape Room

We traverse the world through a series of Escape Rooms.  

Before we’ve even entered into this reality, we’ve already faced our first escape room. The womb. You get a few muffled clues and prods letting you know there something outside. There’s a mysterious door on one side of the room. 

Sorry baby. No hints.

Finally, you build up the courage to try the latch. You wiggle out of a collapsing cocoon. Now you find yourself in a bigger escape room, the brightly lit birthing suite. There are four walls and ceiling to stare at. A mysterious woman in a mask. How do I escape this tightly wrapped blanket and this room?

You see a couple of people who kind of look like you. They appear exhausted but happy. Maybe they have hints to offer.

Over a lifetime you seek clues as to why you wound up here. Why you possess the flaws you do. Check out ancient texts and cave paintings to see if those who solved the escape room centuries ago left any inkling of what drawer to look in. Which painting to peek behind.

At each stage of life, we hopefully solve the puzzle and are granted a bigger and more complex escape room. Puberty, adulthood, marriage, parenthood. And then the exit rooms get smaller again as we go gray. 

Baby being born.
Try every door.

Many of us see a bright light at the start of our lives and at the end. Perhaps bright lights signify the transition into the next stage. 

We get wrapped up in solving the most recent and urgent puzzles.

We sometimes forget to consider the bigger questions.

Where did we escape from to enter this life? Where do we escape to when we leave?

You have a time limit to solve this puzzle. Make the most of each clue and, if you can, leave a clue or two for the next group to come through. END

This Escape Room article is meant for humans. If you are an artificial lifeform, a robot, or an android (no judgment), my other article on existence is geared more towards your experience. That article ponders whether a robot has to believe in a creator. Part of it was the inspiration for this article. You can find it here.

The Power of Place for Your Thoughts

Find a spot around your home that lies dormant on most days. A spare bedroom. A linen closet. A stretch of lonely hallway. Or find a new corner from which to view your own room.

Empty Space Under The Bed
What adventure awaits in the carpeted hinterlands under the spare bed?

Sit on the floor. The change in climate and perspective you experience may surprise you.

Ponder things from a different angle. These odd and quiet vistas exist in our homes even during unsettled times in our lives. Retreating to these hidden cerebral strongholds allow us to slow our minds down enough to catch up to them. You can return to these vantage points physically or in your head when in need of mental shelter.

A copy of Isaac Asimov's Robot Novels stored in a shed.
I build imaginary robots in my shed.

Take a book out to the shed or garage. Leave it there and only read it when you’re outside the house. You create a new space for your brain. That random spot becomes a portal where you access the world the book creates. As a wardrobe that serves as a doorway to a magical land of lions and witches.

You may return to these spots when in need of a respite. The shed transforms into a unique, silent cosmos. And the book serves as the entrance to a still more distant world. Worlds within worlds. Like in Inception, only you don’t have to pay Leo DiCaprio’s salary.

When you give your brain places to retreat, you prevent your thoughts from echoing and creating logjams. Our brains have an infinite capacity for generating thoughtscapes. Let’s start preparing estates, forests, and still pastures as retreats where our ideas can roam free. END

For more on thought storage and retreating to past locales, read my theory on memory enhancement inspired by Voldemort. Voldemort: Inspirational Speaker

All Fish Go To Heaven

Nanosecond Inspirations: Quick Brainstorms that may enlighten, engage, or bore you.

To fish, water is a universe. Stretches of growth and light, layers of nothingness. And just like a fish can be hooked and plucked from a universe, agape in the air and sun for a moment, so too can humans.

The fish, the human, to continue the journey aware of the surface that lies overhead and knowing it is, at times, permeable. END

I also wrote about moments in our lives when we’ll have no idea how to proceed. It’s about being okay when the path disappears.

Black Holes: The Rabbit in the Magic Hat

(Editor’s Note: Scott is one of the foremost critics of celestial objects writing today. He speaks up when space objects and phenomena are lackluster or over-hyped. Recall, he wasn’t afraid to point out when the Supernova 1987A finale was a bit of a fizzle.)

Man staring up at the Milky Way.

As our minds and our mathematics reach further down the throats of black holes, it’s time for us to reconsider what our glimpses are telling us.

It’s a monumental achievement. And perhaps not just a scientific marvel. Such an improbable photo seems to me to offer hope of the supernatural. That’s how distant this science is from our everyday lives.

The Loch Ness Monster and The Black Hole Exchange Christmas Cards

It sounds ridiculous to compare a black hole to something like the Loch Ness Monster or the Abominable Snowman. But you have to have followed the collective knowledge about black holes since they first swirled into existence on blackboards.

Black Holes And Magic Tricks

Two galaxies collide.

We know that black holes swallow the brightest objects in the universe to snuff them out in a gasp. They devour their brothers and sisters with little indigestion. Scientists have eavesdropped on at least one such feast as two singularities collide.

The one thing we’ve known from the earliest days of graph paper is that anything that goes into a black hole is destroyed, never to emerge again. But now, perhaps not. That would violate the law of conservation of energy.

Black Hole Taxonomy

Black holes almost require a new classification…as the divine. Perhaps in the same strata as heaven and hell. Except we have that photo.

You may be closer to having proof that things exist beyond the normal and natural. The paranormal and supernatural are absolutely captured in that photo.

Rabbit coming out of a hat. (Graphic)
Ta-Dah!

When a rabbit emerges from that dark hole in a black hat, what type of hat is it considered to be? A magic hat, of course. Ta-Dah! If anything can emerge from a black hole, why not a magic trick? A galactic hare?

The Rabbit Ears Are Showing

I started to consider these questions as the scientific community’s grasp on black holes seemed to wobble with each new article posted to GIZMONDO. Is a real understanding of what goes on beyond that event horizon so many light years ahead of where we are that it’s time for some brutal honesty?

Don’t think so? I ask you, what sort of phenomena could stump brilliant people and the world’s largest computers? How close are our computer simulations? What sort of celestial giant could put the juke on Stephen Hawking’s nimble mind?

Computer Server Room

Could the answer be magic or the ethereal? What if we were so far from having an answer, it might as well be.

Are the blackholes we chased in the early days of our detection the same blackholes we seek today? I know the holes haven’t changed, but perhaps our frame of reference should.

Are we content just to update and merge the data or are we in need of a whole new framework to stretch our most current views across? So maybe it’s time to concede, at least for now, black holes are closer to The Great Hall at Hogwarts than a baking soda volcano.

Photogenic Evidence

A Black Hole
This is some of my homemade jewelry, but I think it’s a nice way to visualize black holes.

And yet, we have a photo. Showing something we should never have been able to see. Our brilliant physicists and astronomers found a path through the barrier.

Perhaps we’ve undersold what that photo means for humanity. That beautiful glowing ring of fire and complete cinder translated to pixels our brains are able to absorb through the optic nerve. Did we catch unimpeachable evidence of an apparition or a miracle?

The Shores of Loch Ness.
At the end of a black hole or the bottom of Loch Ness.

It’s as if the Loch Ness Monster has been driven to the surface. His scaly gray-green skin reflecting sunlight as he performs corkscrews in the chop.

Turn every satellite we have towards the Loch. Let’s capture a patchwork photo that’s crystal clear and shows the primordial process in the deepest trench.

Or let’s point our telescopes through the veil and paint a landscape portrait of those first green hills of Heaven.

For now, with our black hole etching, we have what is nearly magic shown clearly on our iPhones and laptops. Are we forgiven if it starts to feel like a spiritual experience?

So why not continue our streak. Put in another roll of film!

The Caveman’s Guide to the Galaxy

Imagine humanity is suddenly reset and we are back to drawing on cave walls. Consider this question… How long until we’d reach this point again? Of using a camera to image a hole that isn’t a hole at all.

Man with light standing in a cave.

Would we ever attain this level of understanding again? Vague references to invisible stars in letters traded back and forth between learned people. Have that familiar pale pinwheel show up on the painted covers of sci-fi paperbacks in a drugstore? And one day showing off a snapshot of something hidden behind an indescribable amount of gravity and dust.

What would be considered magic by a caveman or cavewoman? Is our ETA on publishing an operator’s manual for black holes further than the distance between cavemen and cellphones? Think about it. Is our knowledge gap between the spirit world and a man on a street corner shorter than the gap between our photo and our attempt to understand it? Do we know more about ghosts than we do about a black hole?

Maybe every equation used to snare a black hole must include a bit of ectoplasm.

Blackholes the Sequel

Man standing at the end of a tube that looks like a black hole.

Of course, I don’t mean to imply that the world’s most brilliant minds aren’t bringing us important, new information on our universe every day. Their dedication brings us closer every second they focus on our skies. But perhaps the goal line moves further away with each peek we take. Not their fault.

I simply want to highlight what’s contained in this one photo and others like it. If you want proof of an ape-man living in the forests of the Pacific Northwest, this photo is a reason for hope. It’s a still frame of the unthinkable and perhaps other unthinkables are waiting to be snared in a photo. End

(Editor’s extended note: Scott was inspired to write this ode after watching the tremendous documentary “Black Holes: The Edge of All We Know” available on Netflix. Scott didn’t comprehend 99% of it, but that didn’t matter. It’s an astoundingly beautiful ride to the edge of a singularity. It also tells the story of the work that went into snapping that first photo of a black hole.)

For more empty thoughts about Black Holes from Scott click here. Read his article on why black holes are needed to help us humans comprehend infinity.

Meditation Techniques After a Mild Apocalypse (or bad day at work)

There are average days and then there are micro-apocalypses. They usually aren’t hard to tell apart. One is relatively chill and the other one may contain zombies and volcanos. We’ve all had a beastly shift at work, a brutal run of hours at home, or watched a burning blimp collapse onto all our hopes and dreams.

Meditate on a walk, a run, or just sit and stare.

Meditation can help. But not all meditation has to be done on a summit in Tibet with yoga tights on. If a tree, a hill, or a breeze can be found near you, you have the meditation studio you’ll need. 

Relaxation Techniques After a Hard Day’s Work

Tough days sometimes leave you unable to turn off the machinery in your brain. The trauma is over, but the light show in your head continues.

I’ve struggled with these days and found a helpful exercise to derail those thoughts, to trip them up, so they don’t follow you all the way to bed. Maybe my method isn’t all that original, but I pass it along because I unearthed it for myself during one of my jogs after a stressful day. It utilizes nature which is usually affordable and conveniently located.

The anxiety isn’t in the cloudy thoughts as much as in the infrastructure they create. They take this allotment of memory space you’ve provided and begin replicating clones of bad code so that deleting it won’t be so easy.

Scott, Office Mgr at Overheard Mountaintop

 

Pre-Game Meditation Warm-up

The Aspens are staring back.

My routine after a difficult day starts with a run or walk to a patch of nearby woods. Standing on the edge of a field is suitable. Your yard can also work. Seclusion is best.

Survey the landscape for a moment. As a warm-up, I like to use an eye exercise. I stare at a fixed point 10 to 15 feet away.

After staring into the cold vacuum of a computer screen all day, it helps to focus on at trees of varying distances. To stretch the eyes. Count out 30 to 60-second look sessions. Think of it as a yoga warm-up for your eyeballs.

After Work Mental Smoothie

Now to the main exercise. Once you have a sense of the woods or surrounding yards within your vision, find a stable spot so you can sit or stand with your eyes closed.

Use those ears.

Close your eyes.

Concentrate on what your “ears” see. Form a grid of the landscape unfolding around you in your mind.

For every sound that you notice, place an imaginary red pin wherever you think the sound might be originating on your pretend grid.

See how many different sounds you can shake out of the cacophony. In my experience, you’ll start to build a soundscape you didn’t realize was there. The background hum of a highway, an airport, or a stream or ocean may materialize right before your ears. Count up each new arrival in your emerging sound garden (a term I stole from the band).

Counting is just another way to force your brain to focus on something other than the problems of the day. You could continue to let your brain spit out a million hypothetical corrections for quagmires you can no longer do anything about. Or you can unleash your mind to follow bunny trails, deer paths, and a floating pine cone down a gurgling stream.

Bats use echolocation too, perhaps as a relaxation tool. You’ve never met an anxious bat, have you?

For extra credit and puffy stickers try this bonus exercise: Identify the furthest sound you hear. Identify the nearest sound you hear.

Feeling Anxiety Over Anxiousness

For me, anxiety is a traffic loop that’s hard to steer out of. It’s a deep groove in your brain that your thoughts fall deep into at random times and with triggers. And with each bad day at work, another groove gets dug, another interstate built.

You are stuck on that highway once you get on and the signs showing the exits have all been mowed down. The anxiety isn’t the cloudy thoughts so much as it’s the infrastructure created by those thoughts.

They take this allotment of memory space you’ve provided and begin replicating clones of bad code so that deleting it won’t be so easy.

Is it working?

These sorts of exercises require repetition because you are fighting to stay off an anxious path your mind has taken a hundred times.

So, conversely, you must travel a better path dozens of times to form a new groove in the cerebellum to counteract old habits. You have to trust these mental gymnastics are making a difference even when you have little success in dropping the day’s mental baggage.

I like to imagine the on-ramp to my most current stress highway grows over a bit more with each brain exercise. You may not feel improvement, but the act of taking your brain out of the box and letting it run free a few times a week can do wonders.

Escape Sequence

Keeping track of ambient sound, counting up bird tweets or tagging along on a squirrel’s noisy climb, can offer the brain a rest area. Once you find it, you must drive your brain there over and over so your thoughts know the path well.

The rest area is a metaphorical place, not a real rest area.

Try other methods that work better while sitting on a couch or laying on carpet. Meditation can be intimidating, but I’ve found it’s really just about slowing the mind down and mapping some new neural paths to avoid sinkholes. End

Try another strategy for changing up your mental state after a tough day, meditate beside running water.

The Two Things Superman and Lex Luthor Taught Me

I’m a complex human lacking superpowers. Maybe you are too. One week I’m looking to control every single thing around me. Snap my fingers and family, friends, and coworkers fall in line. The next week I retreat into my carpeted mancave with my light blue therapy blankie and close the blinds. I avoid all contact with the outside world.

Able to Leap?

Superman Self-Isolates

Superman Action Figure.
My mancave/fortress display of Superhero Trinkets. Including a Kingdom Come Superman Action Figure.

Superman is a tough sell to some comic book readers. He basically has the powers of a god, so it’s hard for writers to cook up challenges that truly test him. He’s also kind of a vanilla, boy-scout type of superhero. The type of do-gooder we hope will save our family, but also resent for being so boring and perfect. Maybe we crave some scandal to keep things interesting.

His pulpy stories must often rely on someone close to Superman placed in danger or provide Superman with a moral quandary.  

One of the stories that got me back into comic books after my teen years was a very mature look at the superhero landscape. It’s a future that mires an older Superman deep within a crisis of conscience.  The tale unfolds in the appropriately titled “Kingdom Come” mini-series. The comic book was written by Mark Waid and Alex Ross and fully painted by Ross.

Kingdom Come: Even for Super Heroes

Wall of Ice.
Where do you retreat? Do you earn airline miles getting there?

So, in Kingdom Come, Superman does what we all want to do sometimes. He runs away. He exiles himself up at the aptly named Fortress Of Solitude. When we can’t bear the world, social media, or relationships any longer we can retreat to spaces that remind us of happier, more secure times perhaps surrounded by relics of our childhood. Superman’s mancave or she-shed just happens to be in the Arctic.

He runs away and rebuilds his childhood farm…a barn, fences, and growing crops under the greenhouse effect of his fortress. He plows fields and pats Krypto’s head after each hard day of work. He takes a timeout and allows his mind to mull over the puzzles of existence…for years.

How Does This View Shape A Super Person?

Then one day, at the behest of a visiting Wonder Woman, an older Superman with white fringes in his indestructible follicles tunes in a newsfeed. The headlines from a mad world wash over him. And he makes a decision.

He must return to the outside world. For whatever help he can be, he’s obligated. He reappears on the world stage, does what he can to let humanity choose their path, but doing his darndest to keep us from destroying each other.

Avoiding Kingdom Come in Your Relationships

Old door and rusty knob.
When doors close, don’t nail them shut

I’ve used this narrative as a guide over my lifetime. I have the unique Superman symbol from this older Supes tattooed on my left shoulder.

As a reminder. Scott, you can separate yourself from difficult times with family, friends, and coworkers. It’s your right to protect yourself, and sometimes necessary. You can’t help others when you are being pulled down with them.

But at some point, after you’ve healed, you have to reengage. You can’t hide forever, curling into a ball behind your fortress walls.

When you’ve reset, rebuilt your defenses, heal. But you will have to enter the fray again. That could mean once again reaching out to family members who have frustrated you. Sitting down with a co-worker whom you’d written off. Arranging for a meeting on the moon with your nemesis to talk it out.

Superman’s Red Boot Steps Over The Line

There’s a second story in Superman’s lore categorized as an “Elseworld” tale. This imprint of DC Comics provides a canvas for imaginary timelines that explore the comic book universe if things had played out differently. In this case, what if a baby Supes crash-landed in a different place? Not in Kansas anymore.

Moscow Cityscape.
Russians like their spires.

“Red Son,” written by Mark Millar and drawn by Dave Johnson and Killian Plunkett sends Superman’s rocket ship down in a Russian field. He’s raised by Russian parents under Soviet ideals.

Superman sees beyond his borders though and begins to act with the entire world’s interests in mind. Unfortunately, he goes several super-steps beyond what he should. He seizes autonomy from almost every nation and even strives to control how much sleep people get each night. This misguided Superman feels that it’s best for humanity if he controls every aspect of every life.

In this timeline, Superman’s defining arch-nemesis, Lex Luthor, rises to the office of the President of the United States. He’s a public hero and his brain is the only defense against a vastly superior Communist Superman.

When Superman converts most of the globe into an authoritarian empire, Lex Luthor is left in a lagging United States of America to figure out how to combat an all-powerful hero’s increasingly tighter control.

Terrarium. Mini-plants and soil withing a glass jar.
Bottled Civilizations

In the middle of this insightful tale, the super-villain Brainiac arrives. This hybrid artificial intelligence shrinks and collects cities in his heartless attempt to catalog the galaxy. Red Son Superman soon finds a miniature Stalingrad preserved under a glass jar. This tragedy weighs heavily when he fails to find a way to restore the city and its still-living citizens to normal size.

Later, as Superman’s bid to keep the Earth under his sovereignty nears completion, Lex is left with one last weapon. A piece of paper.

He sends a control-freak Superman a note that reads, “Why don’t you just put the whole world in a bottle, Superman?” Superman is instantly on his knees, brought to the realization that he is no better than Brainiac.

Our Relationships Under a Red Sun

Sun looks red in sunset.
Red Sun?

It’s a danger we all face. Demanding too much control over others. It’s something maybe I’ll need reminding of at some point. Maybe you will too.

It can be the hardest thing to do. Walk away from a life on fire. Let them sort out their problems themselves. What other choice do you have? Putting them under glass?

And sometimes that stubbornness they display is a reaction to your overbearing reaction. Once you step back, the knot may loosen, and with the reassurance that his or her life is still his or her own, they will drop their shields and allow you to help.

Don’t forget the lesson of the gray-haired Supes. You may have to retreat for a while, but never cement your feelings and close yourself off to the possibility that door will have to be opened again. You’ll take a deep breath and reopen a frustrating conflict.

Bad Sections of Bottled Cities to Avoid

As I mentioned, I have one of the superman symbols tattooed on my left shoulder. The symbol is the new Kingdom Come Superman symbol he chooses to show he’s a changed alien. I’d someday like to have the Red Son Superman symbol tattooed on the other shoulder.

Superman symbol tattoo
My Superman tat in black and white, so the sight of my skin doesn’t make you physically ill.

They will serve as a good reminder over the next 100 years of my life that my existence should always be balanced by the two concepts. Never complete control and never complete isolation.

I also wrote about a superhero who gets no respect. Aquaman! Probably an unfun experience. I wondered how he learned he could breathe underwater, and how his hero’s journey may help us learn from our own traumatic life lessons.

The Depth of Space: Living in the Universe as a Microbe

Space is vast. Or is “vast” a term for wheat fields? Can it really be called upon when discussing the universe?

“Infinite” is the closest word we have in the English language that offers a vague sketch of the concept. It’s an eight-letter word serving as a placeholder for what we could never imagine, quantify, or hold. Like a Greek letter in math equation.

Sending the Universe Down a Bath Drain

It’s so big. We as humans can only encapsulate an unending universe by poking holes in it. Black holes. Invisible, irresistible whirlpools as repositories that vacuum up every piece of infinity so that our minds can locate and tag it. Perhaps lassoing the infinity, pulling the reins a bit on it’s expansion provides comfort. Ceaseless and empty cavities trigger primal fears in most of us primates.

Is infinity ever expanding or is it born fully formed, already endless?

These black holes are a form of shorthand. At least in theory they have a shape. In our heads they lead somewhere. A destination. Perhaps a loop. (We know they are real, but is it possible we’ve personified black holes to an unreliable point so they fit neatly into textbooks?)

At the outlet of that black hole, presumably a door that leads to another room full of space. And then, more doors, more rooms, infinitely. Forever, there are entryways. This is what we imagine anyway, so our minds have a brand of infinity they can handle. By compartmentalizing, we absorb a false echo of infinity. At least it’s a start.

Right now our “infinity” is just a hall of mirrors. Our brains can’t absorb any more than that.

-Scott must’ve said this at some point

In our desperation to fill a void we can’t fathom, we allow for these cavities to swirl into existence and collect the unknown. Forming tangible rest stops for our brains as they attempt to encapsulate the unending. Except, of course those black holes are a form of nothingness themselves. Striping the essence from things. Shredding the data that creates our four dimensions.

Front Row Seat to the Stars

What do we do with all of this?

When people are removed will the mannequins dance?

When we peer through the raw heavens it’s a foreboding blackness. Our instinct is to interpret the emptiness as a negative thing, something to fear. A cold, dark night away from the protection of a cave with a glowing campfire inside.

Perhaps the eeriness of a mall after it’s closed. A place we intuitively know should be filled with people. And when we find it empty and yet the stores, the food courts, the frozen escalators remain, it’s a bit creepy.

And so too the stars. A wispy nebula or a star and its planetary children of coagulated dust. Why is it there if there’s no one to observe when a sun settles down. Calms enough to allow thick and protective atmospheres to form or when a tired star finally releases itself?

A Constellation of Obstructed Views

A theater after or before a show. Those empty seats, folded up. Machined rows or tessellations constructed, not organic, but related. There should be people in those seats, looking back at you. But the chair bottoms are on springs, to fold up when no one is using them. A state of waiting for an arrival or return. And so the galaxies.

Every organic tessellation, pattern and formula waiting for a being to trigger or spark. Yet, that orrery spins on with no audience. No audience we can hear or see or detect anyhow.

A Cold, Cold Vacuum

Should we be wondering why we exist on the head of a pin, surrounded by the crushing physics of cold vacuum? A pistachio shell on an endless ocean. Move a toe out in any direction and almost assuredly watch it freeze, decompress, evaporate.

Or do we smile in the warmth of a spring day? Blissfully happy that for some unexplained reason we’ve been given a front row seat to watch the spin of a universe that whirls on an axis we may never find.

We’ve given black holes a shape that resembles a bath drain, something easier to picture on lonely nights staring upwards. Pulling back against the expanse.

It’s a universe that’s strangely color-coded. A small, insignificant bandwidth that, suspiciously, our eyes are adjusted to see. Perhaps the colors we rely on to designate the elements that migrate across the vacuum are there only for us, and our pets, letting us create a palette for a reality we have little to do with. A reflection.

Remember How You Got Here

It’s all a bit intimidating. But remember how you got here. You arrived on a muddy, dusty planet much smaller than you are now with no way to protect yourself. With no way to feed yourself, find water. Run a diagnostic on a wonky transport ship to Mars. Thin skin without a single defense against the deepness of space, and yet, here you are. On a grassy hill monitoring the amber heart of the Scorpius Constellation.

You are here. But infinity has no direction.

You made it this far and have the privilege to watch this workshop above, testing out what would happen if a set of parameters were allowed to proliferate and reset endlessly.

Our minds boggle at the future calamity that we are sure will occur, but we rarely look back in relief at the calamity that we’ve somehow survived. I’ll always remember where I was when the big bang went off. I remember the hashtag floating around soon after. #bigbangfourteenbillionseasonsandamovie. How may times have we come through something we didn’t think we would? Only to get through it and, instead of celebrating, move on to the next needless worry.

Take time to note the victories, even those billions of years in the rearview mirror. The times when the vacuum didn’t swallow an entire species. When physics held that burning nebula or that phasing quasar at a safe distance. When that meeting at work didn’t spell the doom you expected. When the universe held your seat without tacked-on fees and surcharges. END

I also wrote about the photo we captured of an actual black hole and how it might be a picture of the supernatural.

The Power of the Sad Song: Recovering In Difficult Times

Some people like bouncy, happy, positive songs. But some weirdos (like me) are cheered up by the sad dirges that you would think would drag them lower. How can that be? For some, sad songs soothe the wounds from a brutal work shift or a fight with a loved one. Some people prefer sad songs, even during good times. Why is that? Are their brains full of scar tissue? Perhaps. Does a sad song take someone to scary depths or does it offer a life raft?

The crew of the Andrea Gail probably lost some Radiohead CDs to the sea.

View a sad movie, when things on the screen are unbearably tragic. How does the director sneak such devastating images past us without leaving us total wrecks who have to be carried to bed? Sometimes as the heroic sacrifice approaches, those sad refrains that every musician knows start to play. And Captain George Clooney versus the biggest wave ever is noble and admirable, instead of only infinitely depressing.

Putting A Quarter in the Sadness Jukebox

There’s that human instinct we have to glamourize anything we’re going through. Triumphant or tragic. It’s been a part of music and literature and all art for centuries. We can wallow in our sorrow or pain or splash it across a cave wall or Instagram feed.

Spin that deep grove on your device. Compress the data.

When we go through tough times, a break-up, a layoff, the loss of a loved one, we can turn to a sad tune to immortalize our epic sorrow. Forlorn poetry is in the same vein. The Book of Job from the Bible. Maybe he could’ve used an early Coldplay song at just the right moment to buoy his spirits.

Instead of being a loser without a boyfriend or girlfriend, we can suddenly be the hero in a Greek tragedy. Put on some George Jones and suddenly we are more than just an unreliable partner who forgot to pick up someone at the airport. We are Achilles, the greatest of heroes, but with a fatal flaw built in from childhood. Unavoidable.

 Do we really know a sad song until we’ve sat in the dark with it? Let it transform our sorrow? Let that song fold our pain into a shape we can survive.

Hitting Bottom Faster to Rebound Faster

I’ve always felt that battling grief after a death or trying to put a break-up behind you can be made easier when we let ourselves experience the full scope of that pain.

We try so hard to avoid the pain, numb it, escape it. It’s a hard-learned truth that if we don’t face a trauma, we may be struggling to keep it contained for years. Perhaps for the rest of our lives.

Each stanza a step.

You can deny pain. Expend a lot of energy trying to block it out. Or you can allow it in. In manageable doses, of course. Because if left to constantly trickle small amounts into your days, a lot of days will be lost and soured and the healing process won’t be able to start. It’s a stunted recovery.

And harnessing the power of a blues song can perhaps ease that initial pain and help transform our slide through the stages of grief into a smoother journey.

We can hold out hope, be in denial, and build lockboxes in our hearts and minds to keep the pain contained, instead of going down with the ship to see what lies on the other side of an emotional loss. We often limit the stages of grief we experience. We don’t fully say goodbye to a job, a significant other, a loved one. We either can’t face it or we feel better holding out hope that someone’s not really gone, physically or just from our lives.

The Stages of Grief as a Ladder

There have been a few times in my life that I’ve had to hold the hand (or paw) of loved ones as they’ve passed on. They’ve been the hardest moments of my life, but they brought me to a realization.

Enduring this excruciating moment can lead to healing from it much faster in the days and weeks ahead. The first stage of grief is denial, but if you’re there with someone as they transition to the next realm, your brain has to accept reality and has little grounds for disputing the truth.

Many people can struggle clearing this first hurdle, disbelief, because they got word while miles away or refuse to accept reality in any form.

The same with a failing relationship. If you get broken up with by text, there’s always that quality of imagined loss. Your brain can’t process it because it didn’t really happen anywhere but in the text or social media sphere. As hard as it is, facing someone in person as a partnership ends can help you accept what has happened. Get you to the bottom faster to rebound much faster. Experience those last few rungs of grief so the scar tissue can form.

It’s difficult for sure, grabbing the anchor and giving up fighting. And of course a song can help. Radiohead’s “Weird Fishes/Arpeggi” has always touched me as a good description of the process. At the end of the song, “hit the bottom and escape,” a line that always drives the point home.

As my dad lay dying in a hospital for six months I woke up one morning with another Radiohead song blasting in my head. (sorry to use so many Radiohead songs as examples but they are the Lords of Sorrow after all) “My Iron Lung” wasn’t a song I’d heard a lot but it took on the shape of my pain. Everyone on life support. The patient, the relatives, the doctors and the beleaguered nurses.

My dad didn’t end up dying. He was on the sign-up sheet, but they didn’t call his number. All those stages of grief and then to have your dad sitting up in a hospital chair smiling. It’s a blessing, but it’s another kind of shock that you have to allow yourself to recover from. Enough to have you creating a playlist of sad and happy songs in equal measure. Because that’s how most lives play out…joyful sorrow.

The Long And Winding Road

So take heart when that sad country tune finds you on a long midnight drive. Or you hear the Commodores’ “Nightshift” for the first time in 20 years. Or Taylor Swift pulls yet another heartbreaker from her journal.

Let those notes do their work. Soften your heart so you can sink through your sundering or toughen it as you rise through your recovery. End

A sad song can evoke difficult emotions. We shouldn’t trap them in our heads. It’s safer to release and contain them in our journals. Check out an article on releasing those monsters in your head onto the page.