Circling Cat
Just another Blogtown NZ weblog

So, I was watching TV and saw a woman who was so stressed, so in the moment, that all she could do was count the tiles on a shop floor.  That’s all she could do.  The woman seeking to help her said that sometimes counting things helps people to gain a sense of control when they feel like they are losing it.  I have to admit I saw the fascination.  There are moments when I wish I could just count.  Moments when I think that sinking into the gentle oblivion of 1…2…3…4 is not only hypnotic but curiously reassuring.  There is a rhythm, mantra like.  There is a predictability, it is something you can control, but it has parameters.  There are no parameters to my children throwing tantrums.  There seem to be no parameters to the never ending housework and there seem to be no parameters to the swirling of my mind.