May 14, 2007

For some of us, calm comes in the form of a yoga class. Others prefer to take it in smaller doses from, say, a bottle. (No, I wasn’t inferring THE bottle. I meant a bottle of Chinese herbs, a spray of the infallible “rescue remedy,” or, for the pharmaceutically-inclined, a chemically-calming “happy pill.”) Personally, in order for calm to come over me, it has to be situation-based, tending to my specific frenzy incited state. Sometimes, snuggling with my sweet black lab takes my angst away. A massage, depending on the pressure, (the harder, the better because that whole gentle method just makes me all the more anxious) can diffuse a state of “dis-ease.” But, when in a bind and only a few seconds of relief are available, a direct approach works best for me. This photo of “calm,” written in blue across my forehead, is an instant reminder to CALM DOWN! It’s kind of like the weight loss approach of sticking “fat” photos on the refrigerator to dissuade accidental gorging. Whatever works, you know!