As I bump into the ever-shrinking walls of our house, I find myself in need of a mantra. A few words to play with in my head that tell me that I’m doing the right thing, right now. This continued isolation thing, the scary stats, the sad stories, all call for soothing words. Comforting words.
I actually have a “personal” mantra, which was assigned to me, many years ago, by my very own Transcendental Meditation Shaman. One doesn’t forget one’s personal mantra. Ever. Besides, it’s the same one the Mister got. But it’s not cutting the mustard these days.
So, what to do? Where to find a mantra? One that reminds me that it’s still better to be safe than sorry?
The Mister’s old school ditty suddenly popped into my head and I think I’ve got it.
The school’s mascot just happens to be a Purple Cow. It’s a good school and I’ve always thought their choice of mascot was suspect but that’s another topic.
The “ode” to said cow goes like this:
I never saw a Purple Cow.
I hope I never see one.
But this I tell you here and now,
I’d rather see than be one.
Oddly, this works for me. Why is another matter. Entirely.