Episode XXX: Sitting in the Stillness

Episode XXX:

Sitting in the Stillness

 Today’s Words of Wisdom:

“Life with chronic illness is like a refrigerator. We take for granted the quiet hum until the power goes out and find that silence is louder than any sound.”

~ The Female Yoda

 The Foda’s Take: You like that quote? Huh? Huh? Aww, shucks! Thanks, guys!

 Peace. We all want it, we all look for ways to get it. It’s a billion dollar market, flooded with thousands of gurus claiming to have found the answer of how to obtain it, like a carton of milk you can purchase at the store. Yoga. Meditation. Mantras. Reflection. WWJD. Pick one, they all lead to the same place. But personally, I don’t think it’s that easy. (Finding peace, that is… not buying milk. Strong bones, kids!)

So today at around 4 o’clock, I stopped. Stopped writing, stopped creating, stopped cleansing my mental and physical space. Why? Because I was as fried as a popper from Long John Silver’s, that’s why. And when I stopped, I wondered why I had felt the need to continue on, why I hadn’t stopped when the glassy eyed lady first began to feel like her brain was full of melons instead of a medulla oblongata. Within five seconds of sitting still, I had my answer.

It’s because sometimes sitting still is the hardest thing to do. Why? Because there’s nowhere to hide.

You see, I’ve always been a person for whom purpose holds a huge role in my daily life. If I don’t feel like I have a clear purpose for my life, my day, my being somewhere, it’s very hard for me to feel at peace. But the irony is that this need for purpose, for knowing without a shadow of a doubt that my existence matters is the very thing that sometimes pushes me past my Lyme limitations (Lyme-i-tations??!!) until my brain’s as fried as a chinese noodle. (Can you tell I’m hungry as I write this? Sigh. Totally miss gluten.)

Anyway. I was there, sitting with brow furrowed, watching the beautiful sunshine drench the slowly budding trees outside my living room window, feeling… uneasy. The stillness was just too still. But I forced myself to sit in it. (Well, at least for five minutes. Then I got inspired to write this post. But, hey, I mean, five minutes totally counts.) Because I knew that sometimes we need to let go of the crutch, the escape, the easiness of throwing our minds into other things when our lives get tough. Don’t get me wrong, this is a very healthy thing to do- it helps us to stay positive and not wallow in despair. But it, like all things, has its limits before it tips the balance and becomes more stressful than beneficial. And I have always been an extremist. So guess what I tend to do? You are so SMART!! Gold star. Riiiiiippp! <Pat, pat> 

So today, I will sit, letting the uncomfortable stillness seep into my pores, reminding me of all the things I’ve lost, and all the things I’ve accomplished, and all the things I dream yet to do. It’s not always easy to let this in. Peace can be quite elusive. But in today’s technologically savvy society, I ask you- when was the last time you sat, just sat, with no TV, no phone, no computer, no nothing, and just… listened?

Maybe you’ll hear a truth you’ve been trying to avoid. Maybe you’ll feel happy getting to just let go for a minute. Maybe you’ll hear my stomach growling. But whatever it is, it’s valuable. Even when it’s hard to do. (My stomach growls very tunefully, just in case you were wondering… you know, why that would be valuable… to you…)

Try it. Be Still.

Shhhhh. No talking.

<Grumble, grumble>

Quiet, you!

Sigh. Just make sure you don’t try this on an empty stomach, folks.

Sincerely yours,

The Foda

<Grumble, grumble>

Musical Parody: Digit Night

Musical Parody: Digit Night 

 Happy April Fools Day, Party People!!!

In honor of this humorous holiday, I decided to post a day early and write a sequel to my first Musical Parody, (“Pudding Legs”) with help from Taio Cruz’s catchy tune “Dynamite”… or as I’ve renamed it, “Digit Night.” (No, not digits as in: I got that girl’s digits, broooo!!!! Digits as in your super fabulous fingers! Bro.) 

Sidebar- is it bad I totally use the same surfer boy voice in my head when writing all my male imitations? But I digress.

This Parody is dedicated to all you special souls finding a way to smile through chronic illness. On this day of mirth and light, I offer you a way to dance the night away, even if your body, like mine, isn’t currently up to party hardy the traditional way. This parody shows how we positive people do it up! Please tweet, pin, share/like the post on The Female Yoda’s Facebook page, or email this link to anyone who’s fighting extra hard right now in their own journey back to health, happiness, and general awesomeness. So without further ado, I present to you: “Digit Night!” Enjoy!

“Digit Night” Lyrics

(To the Tune of “Dynamite” by Taio Cruz) 

Parody Lyrics Written and Performed by The Female Yoda, April 1, 2014 

I like to move, move, move, move

Me and my Foda self like to groove, groove, groove, groove

I used to dance all around the room, room, room, room

When movie credits went all boom, boom, boom, boom

Yeah, Yeah

So if you relate to this song

Why don’t you finger dance along, yeah

I put my hands up in the air sometimes and I’m like oh, no, legs won’t follow!

So now I lie back and I rock the rhyme

With my enchanting finger dancing

So though we don’t go out

We gon’ rock this house

Where digits dance all night

Until our hands get tight

So move them left to right

Do the swivel swirl

And if you’re feeling bold

Do the cha-cha twirl

I rest all day, day, day, day

To get all ready for when we play, play, play, play

I’m making sure to eat all my greens, greens, greens, greens

To keep my fingers all strong and mean, mean, mean, mean

Yeah, Yeah

So if you relate to this song

Why don’t you finger dance along, yeah

I put my hands up in the air sometimes and I’m like oh, no, legs won’t follow!

So now I lie back and I rock the rhyme

With my enchanting finger dancing

So though we don’t go out

We gon’ rock this house

Where digits dance all night

Until our hands get tight

So move them left to right

Do the swivel swirl

And if you’re feeling bold

Do the cha-cha twirl

I’m gonna take them higher

I’m gonna be the best couch dancer

And when I get on fire

They’re gonna swivel better than Usher

‘Cause I, I, I, won’t give up living

And I, I, I, I just want it all

Don’t care if I fall

So dance your fingers up in the air, up in the air

Just put them up in the air, air, air, air, air, air, air

Don’t be scared, yeah, well

I put my hands up in the air sometimes and I’m like oh, no, legs won’t follow!

So now I lie back and I rock the rhyme with my enchanting finger dancing

So though we don’t go out

We gon’ rock this house

Where digits dance all night

Until our hands get tight

So move them left to right

Do the swivel swirl

And if you’re feeling bold

Do the cha-cha twirl

Happy April Fools Day, All! Now to quote Kevin Bacon in Footloose: Let’s Daaaannnccceeee!!!!!

The Foda