Cartoon Thinking
Wednesday, April 25th, 2012Cartoon Thinking
I’m officially weird. During a massage, I would have a thought or a visual image come to mind. I said them out loud and the points released more easily. (Even the therapist said this was helping.) That by itself isn’t weird. In fact, if muscles hold memories then when the muscles are stimulated as with touch, the memories can be released, which is another way of saying the memories are given recognition and permission to move.
The weird part was how much I think in cartoon form. Some of today’s cartoons were very creative. While the massage therapist was working on my left shoulder in the front, I thought of a bakery with cakes lining the walls. Then “4 a.m.” popped into my mind. I sat with it for a while and didn’t try to analyze it. It just was. Then an image of a white mountain of ice cream appeared. I was skiing by myself down the mountain around moguls of nuts and chocolate chunks. At the bottom of the mountain was a lake of hot chocolate. I could actually see the steam rising. I got the giggles at how silly this was. But then I asked myself, “Who is with me?” I saw myself sitting in a wooden Adirondack chair sipping a steaming mug of hot chocolate and looking at the lake. In the chair next to me was my mate I have yet to meet. We were quiet and just enjoying the moment. The shoulder released as soon as I saw who was with me in the visual. Very cool.
The arch of my left foot produced an even weirder image. The thought that came to me was a money purse, like a big coin purse with a twisty clasp on the top. It didn’t feel free moving, so I looked underneath. A thick-silver chain was attached to the bottom of the purse and was pulled taught, attached to something below. I went looking for whatever was holding the other end. A jolly little man was sitting Indian style holding the chain and laughing. It was almost as if he was just holding on until I noticed. I greased the chain with some of Mother Mary’s blue goo and Archangel Michaels’s violet fire of transformation. The tension in my foot eased immediately.
I love when my creative thoughts just flow and images come to mind…and I feel even better as a result of it. It’s fun to be weird.