Yesterday morning I woke up with three words echoing round in my head.
Pernalicious, purnalooloo and pentacle.
Ok, so only one of those is a real word. Pentacle. The pentacle in tarot cards represents manifestation…usually to do with money or business. The others, the closest I can guess is Pernicious, which means harmful and Purnululu, which is a national park in Western Australia.
Harmful ….Western Australia….something will or has manifested itself.
Or maybe it’s just rubbish….the excess trash in the garbage can of my head.
Do you ever get intrusive thoughts? Words that won’t leave you alone?
For years the word Monkey Mia kept jabbing me in the brain. I had to google it in the end and found out it is a place in Western Australia where you can swim with dolphins. This was long before we actually WENT to Western Australia to live for three years, and you know what, we never did go to Monkey Mia…to swim with dolphins. So the relevance of that may indeed be nothing at all.
I also had a name that kept popping into my head as a teenager – Sally Bowman…. Ok, so if you google that name it turns out she was a teenager murdered in London in 2005. But I’m sure there are millions of Sally Bowmans.
Just mind junk.
Sometimes thoughts just end up being intrusive annoyances.
Like for example, one day as I was standing chopping vegetables for dinner I suddenly thought of an ex …well he wasn’t even a boyfriend….He was a boy who liked me, that I met when I was working at a hairdressing salon when I was sixteen. He played guitar, and it was at that point I wanted to be in a band.
You see, I couldn’t bring myself to shun this poor boys affections, so I lied and told him I was a lesbian.
Then I married his best friend.
The thing is, is that something happened in my head that day and for years every time I’d stand and chop vegetables, I’d think of this guy. Not because I had any reason to….it’s just that my brain made that connection….somehow. I had to retrain my brain to think of something else, because it was so stupid and annoying.
I know I’m not the only one with a weird mind.
My husband confessed that for a time there every time he’d go to pee, he’d stand there and the song “Home on the range” would come into his head. In fact he may have even whistled it as he pee’d.
“Home…..home on the range…..where the deer and the antelope play….”
I’ll know if he reads my blog because he’ll either curse me for reminding him, or at some point today I’ll here an unintended whistled…..”Where seldom is heard….a discouraging word……and the skies are not cloudy all day….”
Life is odd like that.
EDIT – I just asked my husband if he’d read todays blog, which he had.
“So have you been whistling THE tune then?”
“I’ve never STOPPED whistling it.” he says.
I walked away into the kitchen then suddenly had a vision of a bunch of guys walking into a public rest room….all standing there at the trough, you know…ready…when in unison they all begin whistling…”Home home on the range…..”
Lol! Almost choked on my plum I did.
Wanna hear something really weird?
I sat yesterday trying to write a song. No words would come….so I started making up my own language. I confess, I do this a lot.
Does it matter though?
Music is a vibration that is interpreted by emotions…Music can inspire feelings of calmness, tension, passion or if you listen to this ….just a feeling of “My God this woman who’s blog I’m reading is a strange one!”