In All My Wildest Dreams

In all my wildest dreams, as a Coach for Myself, I have never met a more difficult individual. No. Nope. None...

Have sure met alot of folks along the way of the Path. Have been Blessed to have met so many Relations who were true to their word and the relationship called friendship...some of these same-minded are still here with me after whatever amount of time it has been since Great Spirit, had our Paths cross. And, oh, do I love my kindred...as if our very DNA was same-same and our hearts beat to a particular rhythm, a so very true connection...

...Over the years, my Path has crossed thousands and perhaps tens of thousands. There has always been something about my persona that has always been open to meeting folks and establishing friendships. I mean, as in since childhood and I sill keep in touch with them, my Relations.

In all my wildest dreams, I have and did meet the wildest, sexiest, craziest, and such very beautiful of folks. From all walks of our society, from America to Zimbabwe....from one end of the rainbow to the other. Mostly, now-a-days, these once dear friends are locked up in my brain folds somewhere up there.

Too many victims, so many Survivor's and Warrior's, who continue to fight and battle shit that takes and has taken so many of our lives. In all our wildest dreams...We endeavor to live.

My eye orbs have met the eye's of murderers and have met the eye's of the perpitrators of dreadful things and horrible wrong. I have never figured out the purpose in most of these Path crossing's, but am aware God, has a message in every one. Must ad that to this day I still struggle with the forgiveness piece...forgive?

In all my wildest dreams, did I ever think I would be a 51 year old mixed breed, at War with depression because of some unheard of bullshit disease meniere's? Lost and losing hearing and loss of balance and coordination. Because of the bitterness and sadness created by my Coffee Company turning me loose during a medical leave. To be in a place where folk's have turned their backs on me...I mean really...sometimes "shit happens", but damn, really? Sometimes, life seems to be a compound fracture to me.

Then, you see, there are day's that come about, like today, when I am able to say I am a Warrior! And am able to walk tall...and am able to scream silently to my God, THANK YOU GOD, for every Human and Spirit I have ever crossed Path's with. And THANK YOU GOD, for Blessing me with such a hard head. I can be rather difficult from time to time, ya know?

Walking the Path...today with six legs.