My mind is good except for "retrieval" which is one of the losses most people with M.S. suffer.
I deal with it by knowing the information will "pop-up" sooner or later. Sometimes days and weeks later.
Keep a diary. It is a good defense against the aging mind: my brother who worked for an engineering company where they wrote down every action they took at work. Easy to recall later. You do the same thing.
My strategy for coping with M.S. fatigue and brain fog are designed along the lines of 'Sniper Training'. A sniper spends 12-18 hours to get into a position to take a shot and then may wait another 12 hours before getting a shot at a target. He needs to be sharp enough to get a kill even after 24-36 hours. He trains to be effective under those kinds of fatigue and sleeplessness.
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From: Robert Lewis <buddhha4@gmail.com>
Date: Mon, Mar 14, 2011 at 6:03 PM
Subject: Music: By the River by Edgar Meyer and poem by Mary Oliver
Granny Smith <grannysmith111@gmail.com>
It is the morning for me right now because I just woke up. Staggered around the block with my alarm clock, the Tiny Titan, Lola. My internal clock is rolling over into the opposite rhythm of daylight again. It is very frustrating to wake up when most businesses are closing for the day.
“Spring.” It’s from her collection of poems and prose poems called West Wind
, and it’s one of my treasured CDs. For me, “By the River” catches something of the feel of the poem, as well as kind of timeless rhythm and flow that underlie our spiritual walk in this world. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Now, here’s Mary Oliver’s poem:
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From: Robert Lewis <buddhha4@gmail.com>
Date: Mon, Mar 14, 2011 at 6:03 PM
Subject: Music: By the River by Edgar Meyer and poem by Mary Oliver
Granny Smith <grannysmith111@gmail.com>
Someone posted this on my FaceBook page in response to all the tragedy in the World today... and I think the music is soothing... The Poem is Buddhist in theme and sounds religious. My understanding is Buddha did not intend to start a religion but a religion has grown up around his Teachings.
It is the morning for me right now because I just woke up. Staggered around the block with my alarm clock, the Tiny Titan, Lola. My internal clock is rolling over into the opposite rhythm of daylight again. It is very frustrating to wake up when most businesses are closing for the day.
Sleep aids are not recommended because I do sleep, just not in a normal pattern. Drop Kick me Jesus... Through the Goal posts of Life
“Spring.” It’s from her collection of poems and prose poems called West Wind
It called “By the River” by the immensely talented contemporary bassist and composer Edgar Meyer. The album is called Uncommon Ritual
Now, here’s Mary Oliver’s poem:
Spring
This morning
two birds
fell down the side of the maple tree
two birds
fell down the side of the maple tree
like a tuft of fire
a wheel of fire
a love knot
a wheel of fire
a love knot
out of control as they plunged through the air
pressed against each other
and I thought
pressed against each other
and I thought
how I meant to live a quiet life
how I meant to live a life of mildness and meditation
tapping the careful words against each other
how I meant to live a life of mildness and meditation
tapping the careful words against each other
and I thought—
as though I were suddenly spinning like a bar of silver
as though I had shaken my arms and lo! they were wings—
as though I were suddenly spinning like a bar of silver
as though I had shaken my arms and lo! they were wings—
of the Buddha
when he rose from the green garden
when he rose in his powerful ivory body
when he rose from the green garden
when he rose in his powerful ivory body
when it turned to the long dusty road without end
when he covered his hairs with ribbons and the petals of flowers
when he opened his hands to the world
when he covered his hairs with ribbons and the petals of flowers
when he opened his hands to the world
Edgar Meyer’s “By the River” from Uncommon Ritual, with with Béla Fleck and Mike Marshall.
By the River
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This is my contribution to dealing with Life's Suffering!!!
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Do You Hear the Call of the Wild Geese?
Spiritual Practice and Learning to Surrender
This is my contribution to dealing with Life's Suffering!!!
Song from Bobby Bare Greatest Hits, Bareworks Inc.
Words and music by Paul Craft.
CD, BWCD-040292
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
Make me, oh make me, Lord more than I am
Make me a piece in your master game plan
Free from the earthly temptation below
I’ve got the will, Lord if you’ve got the toe.
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
Take all the brothers who’ve gone on before
And all of the sisters who’ve knocked on your door
All the departed dear loved ones of mine
Stick’em up front in the offensive line.
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
Yeah, Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
Words and music by Paul Craft.
CD, BWCD-040292
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
Make me, oh make me, Lord more than I am
Make me a piece in your master game plan
Free from the earthly temptation below
I’ve got the will, Lord if you’ve got the toe.
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
Take all the brothers who’ve gone on before
And all of the sisters who’ve knocked on your door
All the departed dear loved ones of mine
Stick’em up front in the offensive line.
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
Yeah, Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
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