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Just off the Port Bow—a place of uncertainty, adventure, and insight. Thank you for your ears, eyes and hearts. I hope to bring compassion, grace and beauty to your day.

Earworms considered

The attentive listener/reader will have noticed the recent run of Earworm Chronicles in this blog. My brain is so filled with songs from so many eras that cacophony does not begin to describe the persistent and chronic aural effect. Part of the problem is that I just wrote a smaller blog post for my website business, focusing on Doo-wop songs. On top of this I have just come off a three day run of binge listening to two particular Old Crow Medicine Show songs. Add to these the regular juke box mix of my brain and it is near bedlam up there.

What are these earworms? I have earlier noted that I always have music going in my brain. While in therapy, during meditation, in church, in deep conversation, watching a movie, sleeping in our tent—always background music. It seems to be a carefully constructed layer of insulation between the present moment and my restless psyche. The musical earworms do not just muffle the pain, they muffle the pleasure and the peace.

Recently in meditation I have been able to get most of my brain quieted to the point where I am able to watch the music arise and settle. In this way the music is mostly like all other thoughts or images: it comes, lingers, and goes. It feels like little and big bubbles on top of the surface of my psyche.

My practice involves watching these bubbles appear and disappear with compassionate curiosity. That's how far I am with this. I am curious as to what is going on beneath the surface of this soul/mind pond. And the practice involves suspending judgment on it all. So I avoid commenting on the songs, or their presence, as might be my wont. I watch, love, and wonder.

Just this one observation: I tend to get all wrapped up in these earworms (read—"over-identify" or "cling"). These songs tap some story line in my past and hook me into that unconscious story through the lyrics or (more often) the tune. You might say that what I perceive as a catchy tune is really a link to something else inside of me.

Here is the caution: that something inside of me might very well not be real, might be an old bogey man which I had fabricated in a moment of younger fear, shock or loss. And now the tune is cruising around in my head. Again, I would observe it all with grace and wonder.

Believe it or not this mental pose keeps my mind from wandering.

I'll keep you posted.

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