Why do drugs when the brain is so exaggeratedly colorful and nimbly wacky all on its own! I’ve always felt mighty fortunate that there’s such a party under my hat; not a moment of boredom in sight. Interpreting and making actual use of all the magnificent moonbeams and nutty notions, well, that’s another bag of baloney altogether, but at least the ingredients are there for the taking.
Riding bareback on butterflies and curling up under Enkianthus umbrellas, I learn so many things that no one else has known; how to pass along the knowledge then becomes the deeper part of the puzzle. Shall I present my in-head info as it appeared on my mental screen, in all its glory, and let the world in on my secrets, or is it better to release the brilliance in smaller doses, as poems and pictures, as though it were all mere artistry?
The mind, one could say, reels. Me, I just try to hang on and go along for the ride. Success is varying. Sometimes it might be simpler to go the magic-mushroom route and pretend the stuff that springs from my innermost is someone or something else’s figment. Fewer questions to be answered, one would think. But I rather enjoy the leaping and wriggling that happen both internally and as an external expression of such fruitful foolishness, so perhaps I ought not to entertain such an extreme premise, but rather stick to my stupendous life of lily-lapped loveliness.
Sorry, Big Pharm, I’ll remain on the Funny Farm instead, thank you very kindly. Remarkably fewer side effects, if you don’t count the quizzical inspections by many a well-meaning Normal person or the occasional inability to maintain a facade of ordinariness when it should have been particularly useful. The only mind-altering meds I need are supplied to me by equally offbeat thinkers lending me a loving sip of the nectar of their own merry musings. I thank you all, and invite you to share in this best sort of madness any time you like. Welcome to my psychedelia!
Art-Colored Glasses 
Thank you.. I am very happy to be here! and I have to say because I think we agree. I have never been bored in my life! i have said it a million times to twenty five people. You know I just looked at that sentence and i wonder how many people we actually talk to (or communicate with, since to talk we need a face to see) in the course of a lifetime. Would I have said it a million times to 2000 people? 200? 20,000. No
i need to go back to the broom cupboard and think about this! SLAM.
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Whoooooooa, there, Missy, don’t *lock* the door shut–else how will I get in to grab my broom for the ride to work!
You always have such beauty.
You are so very kind, Randall! Thank you.
How I love this: “My stupendous life of lily-lapped loveliness.” I have a friend, Kristi, who will truly appreciate this turn of phrase.
Like you, I avoid alternative substances – I have never wanted to jeopardize what brain cells I have!
I’ve always kinda hoped that this way I can choose which way the brain cells bend, not have them decide how to bend *me*! I’ll keep you posted on how that goes . . . 🙂
Sounds like and exciting journey. You make a good job of translating the ‘party under your hat’ into images.
Seems to me that you wear your own hat at an admirably jaunty angle, my friend! One of the many reasons I so enjoy visiting your blog . . . .
Drugs are for those who can’t handle art….or laundry.
So, if you’ll excuse me, I must go – morning is on its way…
I’m off to ride a-dragonback into the break of day.
(That’s been in my head for days, and I couldn’t find a place to put it down….)
What a superb couplet. I relish it. I hope I can hitch a ride on your dragon sometime. 🙂 And I think you may have given me a Mission Statement in that first line! Highly resonant indeed.
Thank goodness for your hat and that party under it… we are the grateful recipients each day!
It’s only a true party when it’s held in excellent company!
One of those Eats shoots and leaves sort of titles there. I will say initially I looked at it and thought “oh! she’s helped others on the meds” and then I read the entire article. For a moment you sent me right back to my class about psychotropics and ADR’s and all that other good stuff. Now I must go and find my tshirt that says something about being different. As always, interesting read.
If you’ve seen my posts regarding therapeutic use of anti-depressants and the like, you know that I’m not the least opposed to judicial applications of mind-altering substances–but in the general and recreational sense, I think Marie may have stated my attitude perfectly above: “Drugs are for those who can’t handle art”. I love it!