“…the human brain is a constant dialogue between our old 🦎 reptilian 🧠 brain with the spinal cord sticking out at the bottom, which runs our instinctive survival 🧰 mechanisms, and our mammalian neocortex, the new outer layer, which occupies about 70 percent of the volume and is the organ of intelligence.”
(From “Artifice of intelligence”, article by John Thornhill reviewing “A Thousand Brains: A New Theory of Intelligence” by Jeff Hawkins, in Books, Life&Arts, Financial Times 12/14 June 2021.)
finch bumped against glass
picked fallen held in cupped hands
so still seemed lifeless
breathed long gentle breath
fingertip stroked ruffled down
eye gleamed body stirred
jumped from palm to ground
oh fetch smartphone take a shot
quick instant flew off
Note to a friend who broke her wrist and thumb.
Sorry, dear haiku- friend, you’re suffering! And having to act out a left-hand-only life! Wishing you courage and patience!
There is, however, a bonus hidden inside this extravagant story (I read how it happened). Whenever there is a major impact/wound happening to any body part, it means it is being readied for a major upgrade.
Right hand: meaning: your action in the world is going to be more powerful, more (wrist) flexible, resilient, multifaceted (fabulous for an actress), and, since the right hand symbolizes the whole person, your active presence in the world is going to be stronger, allowing you to be all you are.
For me, understanding the meaning of what happens, lightens the load, things make sense, it’s part of my growth process that I’m after, and it allows me, during the healing process, to imagine and plan for that outcome of life expansion the universe is working on!
For my haiku pal:
My thumb is not dumb
Suffers to help me become
Soaring bird 🕊️ bright flame 🔥
“I cannot always see the light, please tell me if it shines”
Final sentence in “Speak, Melancholy’, dealing with the search for the cause, cure and meaning of mental illness. An essay/ book review by Brian Dillon.
Also stating: “Surely any future vision of treating the whole depressed person must address problems of expression, imagination, wisdom.”
(8-9 May 2021 FT Life&Arts Books)
squirrel with nose and
raised paws knocked at my glass door
caught it escaping
enveloped by the tinkling
of cheerful cowbells
I didn’t capture it. It was too awesomely fast. But here is where it happened.
Little black squirrel runs to far-out edge of branch. What for? What will it do there?
It flings itself to the ground. Unbelievable. Couldn’t capture it in flight. Look at the distance it covered, the height!