That’s fantastic, Cherae....you’re already doing exactly what works...turning the wheel into your own vagus nerve tuning fork. Love that. And yes...you’ve got the POWAH in you...no question. 😉 Keep using it...keep owning it. Grateful to have you here in this circle. Sleep well, friend.
I love that, Barbara...humming as a sign of happiness. There’s real wisdom in that old saying...because your body knows what it needs. Half the time we hum without even thinking...and it’s our nervous system giving itself a reset. You’ve been carrying a built-in happiness tool all along.
I’ve been a hummer for a long time. I always wondered if I have been wasting my energy, but now I know better. From now on, I will do my humming with enthusiasm. I recently discovered your Substack. I’m so glad I did. Thank you for your good work.
Love this, Robert. You weren’t wasting a thing...you were training your nervous system like a pro. Now you’ve got the science and the swagger. Keep humming (enthusiastically)... especially before stress spikes or sleep. Thrilled you found this Substack...glad you’re here with us. Keep me posted on what you notice next.
You’re right. Corporate greed is terrifying when you see how deep it runs. But the antidote is exactly what you said: knowledge and tools. That’s what keeps us from feeling powerless. I’m glad you’re here in this fight with me...with us...together we turn fear into leverage.
So THAT's why some people meditate on "Ooohhmmmm"!! Got it!! Jack, when I see your articles I get excited because I know I'm going to learn something that will improve ALL of my life. As I am in the process of retiring, I'm also releasing a lot of identity that goes with my work. I struggle a bit wondering if I'll be able to stop. Your advice and suggestions are helping making that struggle disappear. It applies to everything. EVERYTHING! Damn, you're good!
Exactly, Wende!! That long “Om” is just humming turned sacred...tuning the nervous system. And thank you for the kind words...it means a lot. Retirement is no small shift; letting go of an old identity can feel like free-fall. But what you’re doing...leaning into new tools...finding new rhythms...proves you’ll land strong. I’m honored to be part of that process with you.
What wonderful timing, Jack! Thank you immmensley! Your gifts of truth, beautiful wording to admire day after day, and now this joy and peace, in such a time of need, mean so much! Singing and fun with words, reciting and writing, reading and feeding on beautiful thoughts and detailed descriptions all help and give life its joys, right along with delightful daydreams, but tonight the humming creates a contented purring and a toss up of trying to decide which I’m preferring, the moody humming and meandering wherever the tones and feelings seem to take me, original, though nearly reminiscent of songs once used in school along with a book and accompanying record called “Freefom Train”, or continuing with the joys of many songs that come to mind with thrills of various styles and experiences being recalled all the while. Thank you for the needed peace, the revived joys after stresses of seemingly sludge-filled news, and the reclaimed recollections of tonalities and composers’ creations which generally come naturally, but sadly started slipping away through this particular week. Your message tonight is a beautiful revival.
What a beautiful response. You turned the very act of reading into music. I love how you wove humming...singing...and memory into one flowing piece. That’s the real power here: reviving peace and joy even in the middle of sludge-filled news. If my words sparked even a fraction of that revival for you...then the work is worth it a hundred times over. Thank you for carrying it further with such heart.
Thank you so much, Jack. Definitely your words provided a much needed spark of revival and the retrieved door to rest. Adding humming to the singing has made a tremendously needed difference. Last night I had one of the few nights of craved sleep since January. Waking up to the ongoing reality is sad, but waking up to sunshine and the recognition of revived beauty of writing and encouragement you provide readers through your excelling work, and the realization that better sleep will improve my day and be a catalyst in the attainment my much needed goals, with more clarity in turn, is a true gift.
I feel like the tunnel to the next election and the beam of light and hope is long. It seems like we voters, who share the same goals, are on a train, and we know the light at the end of this tunnel seems minuscule, like a pinpoint for now, but with such potential and promise on this horrendously long trip. Still, through it all, we will find joys where we can, and we will continue to keep our families and friends, plus our pets, up in spirit, enjoying the meeting of our goals and progress toward them in motion, along the way. We cannot waste a drop of the gift of life while yearning for the ever broadening light at the end of this tunnel of challenge we been thrown. Could it too be a catalyst in some ways?
While we work our way through this time of murk, still mixed with joys, while we are blessed to know of like minds in and beyond our country, a question my father asked me in my early years comes to mind and makes me smile. While I yearn for the restoration of our country’s peace and freedoms, and for the peace of security and the light we seek, I think my father might ask again, if he were still on Earth and sharing the goal of peace, “Why wish your life away?” Actually, in this long instance, it is not life I wish away. Rather it is the complications and deprivations being forced upon us, which I wish away. Through it all, I will “make hay while the sun shines”, and at times, after it has set, by seeing how much I can accomplish in the meantime, and that compound word was not intended as a pun of its two components. It just happened.
A writing project and other projects, due to stress and lack of sleep had been blocked, but now I will hum my way to them and through them, interspersing the humming while I continue singing the songs in my heart and appreciating the happiness of clearer pictures of the goals, now that they have returned. Your comment today, Jack, is also encouraging, and I thank you.
Exactly, Jack. These “gifts” aren’t about honor...they’re about survival in Trump’s shadow game. Cook understood the cost of being on the wrong side of Trump’s ego...and paid tribute with a trinket. That’s how corporate America signals submission. It’s the quiet currency of corruption.
Ha! I love that, Keith. Maybe they don’t know the words...but they do know the secret. Even a hummingbird has to keep its nervous system steady while burning all that energy. Turns out nature had the trick figured out long before we caught on.:)
Before I was born, my dad was a medic in W.W.I.I. and overseas. I was a young kid when i started working with my grandpa and dad in the family business.When we worked together my dad hummed and whistled. I hit the jackpot for moms and dads. I think I will start humming.
That’s a treasure of a memory, Cynthia...your dad carrying the weight of war...then coming home and filling the air with humming and whistling. That’s resilience in action. You really did hit the jackpot. And now...picking up that habit yourself isn’t just calming...it’s a way of carrying their strength forward.
I hear you. The warning signs are flashing...and the arrogance at the top looks a lot like the blind spots before ’29. Whether it crashes tomorrow or a year from now..or...not at all...the key is we’re not caught off guard. Awareness...preparation...and pressure on the people making reckless choices...that’s how we make sure we survive it stronger than the folks running the casino.
Hypnosis. Love it. Have done a bit myself.
I hum when I drive, which is often, and for the very reason you describe. You’re good at this, I must say. 😉
Thanks for reminding me that I got the POWAH in me!! G’night, friend.
That’s fantastic, Cherae....you’re already doing exactly what works...turning the wheel into your own vagus nerve tuning fork. Love that. And yes...you’ve got the POWAH in you...no question. 😉 Keep using it...keep owning it. Grateful to have you here in this circle. Sleep well, friend.
-Jack
I hum a lot and most of the time don’t even realize I’m doing it. A woman once told me that if you are humming you are happy.
I love that, Barbara...humming as a sign of happiness. There’s real wisdom in that old saying...because your body knows what it needs. Half the time we hum without even thinking...and it’s our nervous system giving itself a reset. You’ve been carrying a built-in happiness tool all along.
-Jack
I’ve been a hummer for a long time. I always wondered if I have been wasting my energy, but now I know better. From now on, I will do my humming with enthusiasm. I recently discovered your Substack. I’m so glad I did. Thank you for your good work.
Love this, Robert. You weren’t wasting a thing...you were training your nervous system like a pro. Now you’ve got the science and the swagger. Keep humming (enthusiastically)... especially before stress spikes or sleep. Thrilled you found this Substack...glad you’re here with us. Keep me posted on what you notice next.
-Jack
Corporate greed info is scary. The good thing is that you are giving us good advice and tools to use. Thanks!
You’re right. Corporate greed is terrifying when you see how deep it runs. But the antidote is exactly what you said: knowledge and tools. That’s what keeps us from feeling powerless. I’m glad you’re here in this fight with me...with us...together we turn fear into leverage.
-Jack
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Kelly, the sweet faces you shared make me smile! Thank you, and sweet dreams. They come more easily with humming and smiles.
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So THAT's why some people meditate on "Ooohhmmmm"!! Got it!! Jack, when I see your articles I get excited because I know I'm going to learn something that will improve ALL of my life. As I am in the process of retiring, I'm also releasing a lot of identity that goes with my work. I struggle a bit wondering if I'll be able to stop. Your advice and suggestions are helping making that struggle disappear. It applies to everything. EVERYTHING! Damn, you're good!
Exactly, Wende!! That long “Om” is just humming turned sacred...tuning the nervous system. And thank you for the kind words...it means a lot. Retirement is no small shift; letting go of an old identity can feel like free-fall. But what you’re doing...leaning into new tools...finding new rhythms...proves you’ll land strong. I’m honored to be part of that process with you.
-Jack
What wonderful timing, Jack! Thank you immmensley! Your gifts of truth, beautiful wording to admire day after day, and now this joy and peace, in such a time of need, mean so much! Singing and fun with words, reciting and writing, reading and feeding on beautiful thoughts and detailed descriptions all help and give life its joys, right along with delightful daydreams, but tonight the humming creates a contented purring and a toss up of trying to decide which I’m preferring, the moody humming and meandering wherever the tones and feelings seem to take me, original, though nearly reminiscent of songs once used in school along with a book and accompanying record called “Freefom Train”, or continuing with the joys of many songs that come to mind with thrills of various styles and experiences being recalled all the while. Thank you for the needed peace, the revived joys after stresses of seemingly sludge-filled news, and the reclaimed recollections of tonalities and composers’ creations which generally come naturally, but sadly started slipping away through this particular week. Your message tonight is a beautiful revival.
What a beautiful response. You turned the very act of reading into music. I love how you wove humming...singing...and memory into one flowing piece. That’s the real power here: reviving peace and joy even in the middle of sludge-filled news. If my words sparked even a fraction of that revival for you...then the work is worth it a hundred times over. Thank you for carrying it further with such heart.
-Jack
Thank you so much, Jack. Definitely your words provided a much needed spark of revival and the retrieved door to rest. Adding humming to the singing has made a tremendously needed difference. Last night I had one of the few nights of craved sleep since January. Waking up to the ongoing reality is sad, but waking up to sunshine and the recognition of revived beauty of writing and encouragement you provide readers through your excelling work, and the realization that better sleep will improve my day and be a catalyst in the attainment my much needed goals, with more clarity in turn, is a true gift.
I feel like the tunnel to the next election and the beam of light and hope is long. It seems like we voters, who share the same goals, are on a train, and we know the light at the end of this tunnel seems minuscule, like a pinpoint for now, but with such potential and promise on this horrendously long trip. Still, through it all, we will find joys where we can, and we will continue to keep our families and friends, plus our pets, up in spirit, enjoying the meeting of our goals and progress toward them in motion, along the way. We cannot waste a drop of the gift of life while yearning for the ever broadening light at the end of this tunnel of challenge we been thrown. Could it too be a catalyst in some ways?
While we work our way through this time of murk, still mixed with joys, while we are blessed to know of like minds in and beyond our country, a question my father asked me in my early years comes to mind and makes me smile. While I yearn for the restoration of our country’s peace and freedoms, and for the peace of security and the light we seek, I think my father might ask again, if he were still on Earth and sharing the goal of peace, “Why wish your life away?” Actually, in this long instance, it is not life I wish away. Rather it is the complications and deprivations being forced upon us, which I wish away. Through it all, I will “make hay while the sun shines”, and at times, after it has set, by seeing how much I can accomplish in the meantime, and that compound word was not intended as a pun of its two components. It just happened.
A writing project and other projects, due to stress and lack of sleep had been blocked, but now I will hum my way to them and through them, interspersing the humming while I continue singing the songs in my heart and appreciating the happiness of clearer pictures of the goals, now that they have returned. Your comment today, Jack, is also encouraging, and I thank you.
This is why Tim Cook had a cold based trinket made for Trump.
Exactly, Jack. These “gifts” aren’t about honor...they’re about survival in Trump’s shadow game. Cook understood the cost of being on the wrong side of Trump’s ego...and paid tribute with a trinket. That’s how corporate America signals submission. It’s the quiet currency of corruption.
-Jack
Gold based
I thought humming birds hummed because they don't know the words! Who knew they do it to stay calm!
Ha! I love that, Keith. Maybe they don’t know the words...but they do know the secret. Even a hummingbird has to keep its nervous system steady while burning all that energy. Turns out nature had the trick figured out long before we caught on.:)
-Jack
Before I was born, my dad was a medic in W.W.I.I. and overseas. I was a young kid when i started working with my grandpa and dad in the family business.When we worked together my dad hummed and whistled. I hit the jackpot for moms and dads. I think I will start humming.
That’s a treasure of a memory, Cynthia...your dad carrying the weight of war...then coming home and filling the air with humming and whistling. That’s resilience in action. You really did hit the jackpot. And now...picking up that habit yourself isn’t just calming...it’s a way of carrying their strength forward.
-Jack
I expect a crash that tops 1929.
I hear you. The warning signs are flashing...and the arrogance at the top looks a lot like the blind spots before ’29. Whether it crashes tomorrow or a year from now..or...not at all...the key is we’re not caught off guard. Awareness...preparation...and pressure on the people making reckless choices...that’s how we make sure we survive it stronger than the folks running the casino.
-Jack