Where is the mind?
Lately I have been calling my ... self ... to attention. It's a check-in procedure. How am I doing? What's going on? Do I need a tweak or some other intervention?
I say 'the' mind rather than 'my' mind. I don't want to be fooled about being in control. And, 'my' mind sounds so singular and individual. Who am the I that argues with me over the second piece of cake?
When I realized that mind is not alone here - poof - the heart pops in. Think and feel.
Late one night I invented the Tinkenfeiler; a German sounding Rube Goldberg machine that captures and compresses butterfly farts. Ha!
Now I ask, in my best fake German,
"Was ist mit der Tinkenfeiler?"
Never fails to get a grin. How's it going with you?
