My sweet friend from Alabama so clearly described a feeling for me one day.
While talking about a funk she was in, she lightheartedly said, "Oh, I've got snakes in my head."
I loved that phrase on so many levels. 1) It was said with an Alabama accent,
2) It so perfectly described the frustration of being in a funk,
and 3) Snakes can be driven out.
Instead of thinking about the blues as a lingering fog that stays with you indefinitely,
the concept of snakes implies a temporary nuisance that will slither out rather quickly.
After years of struggling with fog issues,
I have finally learned that making stuff helps me clear out the snakes.
There is really no need to over-analyze a funk.
Most of the time it is caused by something random that creeps along my path.
I don't try too hard to clear it out on my own, I just notice it and get busy with my hands.
The snakes leave on their own while I am working.
The remarkable remedy drives them out.