Everything Starts With “Shut Up And…”
I try and fail, time and again, to clear my mind completely of the allegorical and ever-present drunken and chattering monkeys the Buddha described. And—as if it’s not bad enough that I can’t clear my mind of whatever’s happening (and interfering) at the moment—I find that I often have yesterday’s (and last week’s!) residue still banging around in there. Maybe it’s a catchy phrase from a Columbo rerun, or the last four digits of your doctor’s phone number (yes, it IS a catchy little sequence) or… or…or…the inescapable Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers singing Why Do Fools Fall In Love.
How ironic, then, that yesterday while I was out for lunch, the overhead speakers blasted the Walk The Moon song “Shut Up and Dance” at me, seated below, pondering this very problem: how to shut up and do…something, anything.
I should have accepted this as a moment of instant enlightenment (what the Zens call Satori).
But the bad news: Now I have those lyrics stuck in there, too, among the drunken chattering monkeys, needing to be stilled.
Now, shut up and visit Call Me Cate at SHOW MY FACE