Insomnia

Hugh and I were sitting in a sleazy bar on Sunset Blvd drinking martinis. It was one of those “let’s see how the other half lives” nights.  I’d told Hugh that no book could teach him as much about people as simply observing them. I noticed this woman who had her eyes all over Hugh and when he got up to go to the men’s room, she followed. So I got up to stop her in her tracks and, with my killer stare, looked her in the eye and said “Don’t even think about it”.  At first she looked surprised then started laughing in this big husky voice. That mezzo-basso could only belong to one person–Tallulah Bankhead. Tallulah then looked me in the eyes and said:  Well Honey, I kinda like you, too.  And that’s how we became friends.

Of course there was no physical intimacy between us but we did enjoy one another’s company. Because companionship is better than sex. And I adored the stories she’d tell me about working with Hitchcock in The Lifeboat. Tallulah had enjoyed tormenting the cameraman by climbing the ladder to reach the tank where the filming took place with her panties off. The film crew would go wild and clap with glee.

Without a doubt, Tallulah loved attention but I’m sure it was because she had had so little of it growing up. She was fun, witty, and very generous to those in need.  I liked most everything about her save for her drug addiction.  Tallulah explained that she suffered from insomnia and thought drugs would help. But they didn’t so she would often ask some of her gay friends sit with her at night and hold her hand as she tried to fall asleep. Her fear of loneliness made her fear being alone.

Breaking away from an old lifestyle and creating a new one takes energy. So the most basic thing to do is get a good night’s sleep. Here are a few  suggestions if you suffer from insomnia: keep a regular bedtime schedule, exercise during the day, no alcohol before bed, no computer or electronic devices in the bedroom, read a pleasant novel to keep you from thinking negative thoughts, make sure your bedroom is airy, clean, quiet, and completely dark when the lights are turned off. And if all that fails, try a foot massage after a cup of valerian tea!

Foot massages improve blood circulation which means nutrients flow and toxins are eliminated. They also help remove lactic acid accumulation. And all of this de-stresses and facilitates falling asleep.

Begin by sitting upright with your foot on your lap. Then, using both hands, pull each toe apart from its neighboring toe (pulling one toe towards the front and the other towards the back). Pull for several seconds until you start, hopefully, to yawn. Then, after all toes have been pulled, put pressure on toe pads one by one. At one point, you should start yawning.  Completely massage one foot before doing the other. Remember, you want to make yourself yawn as much as possible.

Then the next step is to massage the acupressure point LV3 (the Great Rushing) located on the dorsal. To find the point, put your finger in between the first and second toe then slide down until you hit a depression. Press here and lightly massage for 4 – 5 seconds.

Now for the K1 point (the Bubbling Spring) found on the sole at the center of the indentation right below the ball of the foot. Press for several seconds, release then press again.

The more you yawn during the massage, the better you’ll sleep. The reasons why we yawn are still a mystery. But it seems obvious that by provoking deep breathing, yawns open up a flow of oxygen that liberates meridian blockage and releases tension. Yawns increase the levels of the neurotransmitters dopamine and serotonin thus making it easier for us to fall asleep.

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(from Cool Breeze, aka The Age of Reconfiguration ©)

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Roman Aesthetics

The Italian government is giving fiscal incentives for the ecological amelioration of buildings. Anxious to take advantage of the bonus, now Rome is full of condominiums covered in scaffolding such as the building across the street from where I live.

The other morning I noticed two young women on the scaffolding restoring the frescoed frieze full of doves and plants. It was exciting to see them working.

Doves in a Freize
doves in a frieze

Related: Frieze wikipedia + Bucrania, Classical Comments by Calder Loth +

drawing

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The Power of Intention

There’s a man in my life. His name is Hugh Breton and he’s a philosopher (remember the dude from the bookstore?). The word “philosopher” comes from the Greek word “φιλόσοφος “(philosophos) meaning “lover of wisdom”. It’s a term that somewhat confuses me as I didn’t know there was a special category for someone who liked wisdom. And after trying to read some of Hugh’s philosophy books, I can tell you I certainly did not feel any wiser afterwards.  Of course, all these philosophers are men and they take what we women call “common sense” and try to mystify it so they can then explain it to us. Ha!

Anyway, Hugh is a really sexy guy and, in the game of seduction, I pretend that everything he says is interesting. And actually some of it really is. For awhile Hugh was into the Stoics—stuff that really makes me yawn.  Everything save for the Morning Preview and Evening Review of the Day concept.

In The Golden Verses of Pythagoras, we’re told that once in bed, we shouldn’t even consider closing our eyelids until we’ve asked ourselves what we did during the day, if we did anything wrong, and did we leave any chore undone. And, if we did something wrong, we need to give ourselves a psychological spanking. Great advice if you’re into insomnia!

But it is a good idea to give your day an intention.  Because having an intention keeps you focused. It gives your energies a direction making it easier to move forward.

So now every evening I stick a note on the bathroom mirror to help me remember in the morning just what my intentions for the day are. And I keep track of my progress in a diary so that periodically I can review myself.

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(from Cool Breeze, aka The Age of Reconfiguration ©)

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Know Thyself

When standing in front of the mirror, who do I see?  Sometimes it’s her, sometimes it’s me.  Today Her was staring at Me. I said BOO! And she said BOO! too.  That’s when I realized that “Her” was actually me.

Boom! There are two of me. The one I used to be and the one I am now. Feeling out of sync, I decided to consult the Priestess Pythia and took a boat to Piraeus where I had a tough time getting a donkey for Delphi.

The odor of burning pine and laurel from the eternal fire inside Apollo’s Temple made me dizzy. I had difficulty reading the writing over the door: “Know Thyself.”

There was a long line of people drawing beans from a pot and you could ask Pythia a question only if you got a colored bean. My bean was red so the priest took my question to the priestess. She was sitting above a giant crack with fumes coming out of it. After inhaling some smoke, Pythia started talking and talking and talking.

Later a priest came to me with Pythia’s advice:  “Adapt and go on”.  Not exactly sure what the message meant, I asked one of the priests who, for a small extra charge, explained that any answers I needed were already inside of me. But, like a treasure hunt, I just had to look for them.

I felt ripped off. All the effort to get there just to get this cryptic response to my question. But I had no time to complain as the last donkey out of Delphi was about to leave.

Once home, I went to Feltrinelli’s for a self-help book. While consulting the clerk, this tall handsome dude blatantly eavesdropped. He came real close to me and suggested I read Pierre Hadot, an expert on Greek philosophy. Hadot believed that you had to liberate yourself from the past and try to Be Here Now. Because experience can only be created in the present.

Instead of buying a book, I decided to buy a diary to help me find the answers on my own. Remembering the words over the temple door, the first thing I wrote was: Who am I? But I didn’t know what to answer so I put my pen down. This “Know Thyself” gig was going to be tougher than I thought.

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Related: Diary Writing and other Spiritual Practices Bibliography: Hadot, Pierre. Philosophy as a Way of Life. Malden, Mass. Blackwell Publishing. 1995  

(from Cool Breeze, aka The Age of Reconfiguration ©)

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Transitions

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It was a lovely October morning and I was rubbing tombstones at Campo Cestio. The textures that were surfacing were so exciting that I didn’t mind being covered with graphite. I was lost in my own world until I heard a woman sobbing which wasn’t strange in a cemetery but her sobs were so agonizing that I turned to look at her. Save for the lines of sorrow etched on her face, the woman was rather non-descript and dressed totally in black.  Discretion usually is my forte but there was no way I could let that woman suffer alone.   So I walked over to her and gently put my hand on her shoulder. ”Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked. She looked up at me and for a minute didn’t move. Then she put her arms around me and, with her head on my shoulder, cried her heart out. ”My son,” she cried, “My sweet little William is buried here. He was only three years old.”

That was the beginning of my friendship with Mary Shelley. It was 1819 and Mary, along with her husband Percy, were part of Lord Byron’s entourage moving around Europe. Mary and I often had tea together and enjoyed confiding in one another (I got the feeling she sometimes needed to get away from that weirdo Byron). Her life was so full of tragedy. She had already lost another child and her mother, the feminist Mary Wollstonecraft, died only a few months after her daughter’s birth.

Mary had recently published a story about Victor Frankenstein, a young scientist who, like a god, wanted to create life.  So he re-animated a corpse using components of other bodies and created The Creature. But The Creature was so ugly that no one wanted to be around him.  And when The Creature saw his reflection in the water, he himself was repulsed. Rejection transformed him into a monster inside and out who, unable to inspire love, vowed to cause fear and became a serial killer. He even killed Elisabeth, Victor’s wife. Crushed by his wife’s death, Victor said ”Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.” 

TEXT:

That night I had difficulty sleeping as I saw monsters everywhere. I’d been thinking about what Frankenstein had said about change. Of course the change he was subjected to was extreme and unexpected.  But not all change is negative.

Even if it sometimes seems monotonous, life is an unavoidable sequence of constant changes. As with Heraclitus’ panta rhei, from the outside you see the river as static because, unless you step inside of it, you can’t feel the flow. Change requires reconfiguration because what was is not always compatible with what is.

Some mental habits are totally obsolete whereas others simply need to be rearranged. The important thing is to get started. Because, once the stone is launched, one ripple leads to another.

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Related: How Dr. Frankenstein created a monster + Full text of “Frankenstein 1818 edition” + this post was previously published in part HERE

(from Cool Breeze, aka The Age of Reconfiguration ©)

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