Maybe that's the reason why this works for some so well, finding that the biggest mountain to climb is the one that crawls so deep.
Because I cannot fathom a moment in life when I didn't have him there with a call, his voice carrying that of four men, his hands another knuckle in size.
That left me trying to piece together and scout around at what was left over, the foundational pieces of who I am. I found the pieces that I could change, that didn't hold weight any longer, and those that never did.
What happened felt like I was taking a long run at a moving train in hopes I could tackle it and derail the thinking that had rutted my tracks so deeply.
These days feel like I am more the researcher surveying the damage, with impatient monkeys slapping my ass.
It was a badly damaged area as I assessed the aftermath, the works of good mental behaviors tossed down like a library after an earthquake.
It is a practice in acceptance, a discovery of more tolerance, and a space clearing exercise that helps in these confined times.
It is an extended loss, a wealth of the unknown, and often the inability to find closure or completion to everyday tasks.
Fear is an awfully big wig, hard to manage, and usually leaves us looking more unkempt than we recognize.
The rush to normalcy in a reactionary world Having been a casualty to the cultural, and genetic entrapment of addictions, it is not surprising that the headlines some would pass by, catch my eye these days. It is similar to the HAM radio licence plates, when I knew what they signified, I saw more and... Continue Reading →