My Special Place

Had a strong and good talk with Sir Dude, my therapist, this afternoon.
Really did seem as if it had been a couple/three weeks since I say him last. It had been one week, but damned sure felt like too long a stretch.

Tomorrow afternoon I have the fortunate opportunity to gather with He Who's Learning My Mind. His wonderful staff were so caring and accommodating, getting me in on such quick notice. I am so thankful and saying I am eager is an understatement...

I will get to the morrow, then. For now I am in a special place. My safe place...where I've gone to regroup after a day of too many tears and have cried to too many folks. Although in many ways - a place where I feel as if something was really accomplished today. It is true, Sir Dude and I went at it heavy for a spell! This afternoon, Therapist A- and I, a C. I arrived to my appointment tardy. Then, there were so much communicated in such a span of what felt like moments, that it was like the ping pong balls in the Lotto...jumping and popping about. One emotion to another, thought and words exchanged with the charge of these emotions of Spirits, dwelling within my core. Realized during session how much I miss running and my walk abouts...I think this is the ache and weight I feel in the center of my chest. Have wondered respiratory or illness? Stress? Sadness? I don't know. Thus, the C.

Yes, satisfactory, but am not happy with satisfactory. It's like being average. The average Zebra is sooner or later going to get his average running ass bit by a Lion in chase...might not get killed and eaten by the Lion, but I do have pieces and bits of my ass biten off every once and again.

Oh Great Spirit! I walk this Path looking forward...to my special place.