January 04, 2005
swimming heads
I was speaking with BellyRub about this a few weeks ago. He disagrees with me and says you can just put your head on a scale.
To weigh a person's head without chopping it off, I believe the person would have to stick his or her head into a bucket of water that is already on a scale. Or, to be scientific, to find the mass of a person's head...blahblahblah...already on a balancy thing.
I suspect that isn't where the expression, "my head is swimming," came from, though. Wouldn't it be interesting if it did?
My swimming head has too many things inside of it walking (swimming?) around and then shoving each other and saying, "You're it."
Real-life people look at other people and say, "Whatcha thinking about?" When people ask me, sometimes I can easily tell them. I like those times. But, sometimes I don't know what I'm thinking because it's just at a moment when one of the things walking around has said, "You're it." So I really couldn't say.
To continue the metaphor absurdly and more insanely, I do love those times when most of the swimmers are out of the pool. There are some malingerers, and I will find a way to kick them out one day. I think filling the pool with alligators might help, but it might also make me feel a bit nervous about cleaning my ears or brushing my teeth.
Nevertheless, there were a few moments today when it seemed like the people playing Marco Polo, the ones who play tag and say "it", the ones who annoy the hell out of me, those people had scampered off somewhere else. I was explaining it to a friend of mine who I had coffee with--a few clear moments allowing me to surrender to no worries, when I could feel my heart beating and hear its pulse in my ears and be absolutely gripped by what I was doing.
That's what I'm going to think about tonight as I begin to fall asleep, those luminous moments of liberation from too much thinking. A wonderful thing.
