THE GAMBLER

The Gambler. Tcats playing pokerhat song. When I get a song stuck in my head I can usually figure out what my unconscious is on about. But this week bits of The Gambler kept singing through my mind, a kind of running background to whatever I was doing.

I don’t even know the song — well, I didn’t, now I do — and finally had to give in and google it and listen about 5 times. But instead of exorcising it, that just made it worse.  Finally I turned my full attention to it, and found — dharma.

Prajna: “Know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em.”

What to accept and what to reject: “The secret to survival, is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep.”

All moments are workable: “Every hand’s a winner and every hand’s a loser.” Lotta kharma there too. In every moment we influence the next moment.

I puzzled over “Don’t count your money while you’re sittin’ at the table.” Thought it was some kind of gambling etiquette. But actually, it’s Be Present: be at the table, pay attention, not attending to regrets, hopes, fears, dreams.

So why is it haunting me now? At the Shambhala Center we’ve been working on (struggling with?) our Advanced Directives forms for end of life instructions. My unconscious is advising me via The Gambler: “The best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.”

 

3 thoughts on “THE GAMBLER

  1. Thanks, Jane, you really “leaned into” your ear-worm! How did writing about it affect it?

    • definitely helped! i didn’t catch on to the “die in your sleep” part until i started writing, but that seemed to be the key to turning it off.

      • I’d love for you to take a crack at my current ear-worm (going on three weeks now, dammit): “You don’t feel you can love me, but I feel you do…oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh.” I’m not hearing the dharma in this…help me out!