My head is usually pretty full. Thoughts just zoom in, and some of them end up in my blog posts. Of course there are the empty times too, when silence falls down around me, but mostly the wheels are turning. I think of this author or that – a spiritual master, a philosopher, Stephen King, and what they have to say. Some awfully deep stuff. Sometimes, as an alternative, you just have to consult undercover sages such as Dr. Seuss, or in this case, Mother Goose:
Betty Botter bought some butter
“But,” she said, “the butter’s bitter
If I put it in my batter
It will make my batter bitter
But a bit of better butter
That would make my batter better”
So she bought a bit of butter
Better than her bitter butter
And she put it in her batter
And the batter was not bitter
So twas better Betty Botter
Bought a bit of better butter
Really – who needs bitter butter in this lifetime? Not me. Except it just seems to spread over us when we least expect it. As an antidote, and in the interest of better butter, why don’t you launch into this beloved poem (out loud of course)? And then do it really fast, so your words start tumbling out faster than your brain can handle, and you come to a screeching halt. It’s awful fun. And a sure way to let go of metaphysical insights, at least for awhile.
I used to recite “Twas the Night Before Christmas” to classes of children. When I started doing it super fast (in about a minute and a half), the kids ate it up – roaring laughter and just plain glee on the faces. On mine too.
So … tongue twisters are now officially part of my repertoire. At my next cocktail party, I’ll be sure to recite until my mouth foams up and my teeth fall out of my face. Except I don’t go to any cocktail parties. Oh well. The folks in line at the supermarket will do just fine.