I am feeling uninspired
limp in the brain
exhausted
and overworked
creativity’s bid adieu
probably headed to
some more exotic
locale
I am feeling bromidic
worn out
devoid of
any good ideas
or insights
no introspection
or extrospection
I am feeling lethargic
while my body is active
my mind just wants
to rest
lull itself into
a dream-like state
I am feeling unimaginative
unoriginal
worn out (did I say that again?)
and
lackluster
I am feeling unexcited
by everything
and
everyone
I am feeling dull
insipid
and immensely bored
I am feeling gloomy
like the weather
I’m just feeling blah.
Monologue from an episode of Showtime’s Weeds: Life is just blah blah blah. You hope for blah and sometimes you find it. But mostly it’s blah. And waiting for blah. And hoping you were right about the blahs you made. And then just when you think you’ve got the whole blah-damn thing figured out, and surrounded by the ones you blah, death shows up. And blah. Blah. Blah.
A Blessing for One Who is Exhausted
by John O’Donohue
When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight,
The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.
Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.
The ride you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.
You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.
At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.
You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.
Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.
Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.
-John O’Donohue, from “To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings”
I have printed this out and posted it by my computer. Thanks for sharing it, Susan. You introduced some calm in my day and also managed to surreptitiously uplift my spirits.
Mansi just flow with what you are feeling. Your body and mind is talking to you. Listen to what it is saying. Pause and hear the sweet words it has for you.
Take care
I did, Savira … and it helped. Thank you so much for your words of wisdom and acceptance on a day that I was truly feeling wretched.
Following form Get Your Blog Followers. BLAH! Blah, blah.
The poems are extraordinary.
Thanks, Robyn. Appreciate your kind words.
good work
Thanks!
An honest flow of thoughts beautifully captured.
Thanks, Arpana.
Hi! Can you please tell me where you got the fantastic Blah picture? Did you draw it? Or perhaps journey into some secluded cave where it resides and snap a picture of it before it fled into the night? I guess it would be more of a lurcher. Ok, so before it lurched into the night? I really truly love this picture. I do, in fact, have a framed copy of it, and it often resides on my desktop. I would absolutely love to know of its origins!
Thanks for the awesome blah!