5 Minute Mind – Smell You Later

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For several days, I had this mad craving for something in red wine sauce. I kept thinking coq au vin, but it wasn’t specifically that yet that red wine braised flavor. I finally broke down yesterday and made a nice dish, totally satisfying what I was looking for.

I wondered why that got stuck in may mind, but the funny thing is the more I thought about it the more I could smell it. When you think about how are senses are all wired together, its amazing. I had no physical dish for several days, yet within my mind I created such as power and persuading image that I could actually smell it. Not only smell it, but begin to taste it.

It also made me think about how the physical sense of smelling can activate our minds the other way. The actual smell of something can evoke such powerful memories itself. There’s a certain aftershave that my father uses to wear. It happens every time. It’s like he’s there with me whenever it smell it.

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5 Minute Mind – Maybe if it’s Tangible

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As I was finishing reading the news this morning, I thought about print4ed news. At least here in the states, it’s become almost indiscernable at times to tell the difference between factual news and trumped up rumors masquerading as such..yes, that is a purposeful pun.

I started an online subscription to my local news paper and even th0ought I can read it online, I like to download the pdf version. Still electronic, but it has more of the reading a real newspaper feels like.

Thjere are a couple other sources that I have started pqying to have the digital and print edition. I know it doesn’t mean that an actual newspaper is more truthful than an online one, but it just feels like it does.

I don’t know if i feel there is something hallowed in printed news, but I do at least know the people writing the articles do so with an intent to reports the facts, unless it’s otherwise notated.

In grasping something real and tangible, it makes me feel all that more closer to the truth,

5 Minute Mind – Lone Scribes

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Reading a book a dear frind of mine bought and it’s a compilation of inspirational quotes, thoughts, and little tips for writers. One of the things i read i found quite proound, it talkede of writing lie being one of solitary confinement, and if you can’t handel that, then you needn’t apply.

I don’t recall exactly when I started having this feeling, perhapsy late teens early 20’s. Its a feeling of being alone. As if I were a soothsayer, telling myself in a room of hundres of people, you will still feel alnoe. YOu will always feel separated, your life long companion alwauys has and forever will be your thouhghts.

I wonder if a solitary mind and heart define the person, wjhich in turn creates the writer, or is the writer the true author of their own life, telling the heart and mind this is who they are. Truth could be for anyone really, perhaps for artists in general. We all live so deeply withoun our mind

5 Minute Mind – Giving Tuesday

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I knew I wanted to write something about Giving Tuesday, and as I was fiddling around with the title, the word forgiving came to mind. I thought upon forgiving as a way of giving thius I am inclined to write about that.

It’s hard to forgive sometimes…helll, maybe all the time depending on how stubborn you might be. More than anything perhaps, this may be especially in forgiving ourselves. Maybe in forgiving ourselves we have to acknowledge that we did something wrong in the first place, and to admit that is to withdraw us from the reality we created for ourselves in not acknoiledging the incident which created the need for forgivemess in the first place.

While thinking about this now, and emotions that I am experiencing, its becoming more clear with each moment how the power of forgiving yourself is the only way to grow from past experiences.

SO, there it is. Give yourself peace, giuve yourself knowledge. Give yourself the benefit of the doubt. Forgive yourslef.

P.S. My intent with the above post was not to write something satirical. I wanted to provide the following link though because the overall movement is a powerful one. https://hq.givingtuesday.org/

5 Minute Mind – Breadcrumb Trails

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When you start to think abot something, do you play like SHrek and think about it as an onion. Peeling back all the layers to see what’s inside. I do this often with thoughts and ideas…or thoughts that lead to ideas or ideas that lead to thoughts. It’s like one thing leading to another opens uip the door to soooo may other things to think about. I don’t mind this really, but haver ou ever gone so far down the thought path that you reach a point where you don’t remember what the heel started the who damn thing?

Mental breadcrumbs are what we need. Mine is living by my reminders. Generally i write them up on my phones, but soimetimes it just hits you wherever and you have to write it down on whatever is around me. If i used actualy sticky notes, i am sure i could create a paper mache life size godzilla. I do however use the virutal ones…love them Try it if you dont use them.

BNack to focus. Just in saying that last thought i started imagining a paper godzilla in all the post it colors…a hot ;ink odzilla with sea foam green flames sho

Thanks in Spanx

Greetings my fellow Americans. It’s that day again, when we celebrate that most American of traditions, gluttony! Time to fill up on the turkey and trimmings, actually I prefer fixins, but I digress. Thanksgiving is always a time to remember and create new stories. I’d like to share one of mine with you now.

When I was with my ex, I had dinner with his family this one particular year. Being that they are from Trinidad, there was a lot of Trini food (delicious, BTW). Because of the oil, rum, sun, and sand, Trinidad is not stranger to things American, including the people. Still, I wanted to make something traditional and thought green bean casserole would fill that role rather nicely.

Upon entering the kitchen in his sister’s house, the immediate smells and sites had my mouth watering and belly hankering. Maybe it was the hunger, but I did feel a bit of discomfort, overpowered by a wave of trepidation as I laid my casserole to end all casseroles on the table. After feasting, I checked what was left and I kid you not, that casserole was demolished! During the main digestion break, I literally ( in the literal sense), had people ask me how to make this. Sensing a triumph, I was more than obliged to share.

In retrospect, I suppose comfort food like that has the ability to transcend culture. As if to proclaim, we may not come from the same place, but my flavors will still remind you of home and belonging.

This Thanksgiving, I am relishing in that thought. I am spending it alone this year so I look to others as they share today, and they/you are my comfort foods. I ask anyone reading this, if you’re celebrating Thanksgiving with others, please do this party of one a favor. Be it your roomie, partner, friend, or spouse, look at them. Be it your overbearing parents or from another planet grandparents, look at them. Be it your sibling who still to this day knows how to aggravate you in that special way, look at them. If your Uncle Frank who won’t stop talking about how the election was stolen, or your Aunt Roberta who swears she saw the little green men are there, look at them too.

Forget about the fights and annoyances, forget about whom isn’t speaking with whom, and certainly forget about how the stuffing tastes different this year. Behold the love that is there with you today. Let your heart reverberate with joy and laughter, as you burp to make room for more Green Bean Casserole.

5 Minute Mind – Thanks in Spanx

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Greetings my fellow Americans. It’s that day again, when we celebrate that most american of traditions, gluttony! Time to fill up ion the turkey and trimmings, actually I prefer fixins, but i digress. Lets also not forget the green bean casserole. When I was with my ex, I had dinner with his family this one particular year. Being that they are from Trinidad, there was a lot of Trini food (delicious, BTW). I pondered opn something tradtionlal american, and thought green bean casserole sums that up nicely.

I kid you not, that casserole was demolished! I literally ion the literal sense, had people ask me how to make this. I suppose comfort food like that has the ability to transcend cultures. As if to proclaim, we m,ay not come from the same place, but my flavors will still remind yo of home.

This Thanksgiving, I am going to try relishing in that…oh, relish tray. Uhm…relishing. I am spending it alone this year so I look to others as they share today, and they are my comfort foods. Giving me that cozy feeling, though

5 Minute Mind – In the Form of a Question

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Listening on the news this morning about Ken Jennings serving as interim host of Jeopardy and heard something that made me go, “Whaaaaaa”? Ken Jennings initial run on Jeopardy was….wait for it, 16 years ago! I legit had to stop and let that soak in to my briand for a bit.

How in the hell was that 16 years ago? As 5 minute mind may allude, I think a lot about time. It fascinates me that how we all exist in this same dimension with a shared time continuim, its as if the theoryt of relativity applies to our minds perception of time rather than time itself. Who, where…what we are is our rule of measuring the passing

5 Minute Moose, Erm Mind

Were Canadians Warned Not to Let Moose Lick Their Cars?

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Well, well neighbors to the North. COnsidering I literally am “a florida man…” I find it rather funny somethjing like this happend in Canada. The place that’s like the cooler sibling that mom and dad always liked better.

It’s nice to know that we don’t contain all the dum-dums here in the U.S. I found this artice to be rather timely considering I participated in my first on-line group meeting for anxiety and shyness sufferers yesterdaty. Yeah, suffering from this and convicing yioursef to go to a meeting siuch as this is in itselkf a challenge. Beleive it or not, It wasn’t just a bunch of people in a zoom meeting not using their cameras while we all sat on mute.

Anyway, the group originates out of Canadaand one person made a comment about…how to phrase this. Our sel-described COVID experts.

Ned to wrap this up, so let me just say to you my dear Canucks. I am sure ether toe park visitors or the moose are from the U.S. so no wirries.

Source: Were Canadians Warned Not to Let Moose Lick Their Cars?

5 Minute Mind – Like a Bowlful of Jelly

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

Victor Hugo

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Stop me if you’ve heard this one…or don’t. To laugh is to let it all out rather than a sigh, use yelps and cackles. I used to, and admintedly still sometimes do, berate myself when I did something dumb. Not only is this bad mojo, it just feeds itself until youre a bonfire of madness. I practice letting that go on a daily basis now and just laugh at myself. Seriously, if this isn’t something you do then you need to. I bet you will find that you are the most funny goddamn person there is, to your one audience member.

I have slightlky more grace than a new bord giraffe, but sometimes I just seem to mucxk up the process of walking and take a weird turn. Ok, ok. I admint, most of these times I am probably acting out something in my head and it’s more like a cross between walking and moving weirdly…dancing? Prancing?


P.S. The point here is if you want to chip away at that frozen, resting loathe face, start by laughing at and not berating yourself.

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