As A Consequence...

Thunder and rain surrounds my home...I can hear this gift to our Earth Mother plain and quite clear...God's Bowling. The skies are deep grey, wind is blowing good and plenty and this bathe smells so cleansing...there has been thunder to sound like tubular. Is it my ear hole? I don't know.

I swear! I hope I don't end up reading in tomorrows press that we have been breathing toxic chemicals from Japan. Damn it, it just makes sense to me...it has rained such in New York City already.

Woke up at noon today. Have been awake since. I'll see what today brings. Thus far there has been a mad carnival ride of emotions going on inside. Have shed many a good tear...

I miss my Mom, Dad and Little Big Brother David. The love remains alive long after the day of passing came and left with you all...my heart wants me to say, the sorrow also remains alive long after your passing's. Prayers are said with your names to this day. I love you all so much. Still.

Since the evening of last Wednesday the 23rd of March, I have slept right about eighty hours. Have learned with these stretches of sleep that my body closes down to some degree. I don't know this for sure. What I do know is that there are times when it is not necessary to wake for rest room or medication, or water. Huge gaps of time are sent adrift..I awoke Saturday, for a trip to the park where my wonderful daughters gathered Relations for the celebration of my Brides birthday. An excellent occasion indeed but, I am not certain if I have ever felt such a drain of energy and strength...as if I was being absorbed by some sort of funnel vacum. My Spirit's are pleased I went, my body not so much...

I am exhausted and am aware I will return to sleep in a spell. I am high nausea and quite dizzy at this moment. I am perspring...hell, I'm sweating. Have a sore throat from the nausea and feel rather hollow in my chest. My right ear is full with an orchestra of crickets. My bed calls me by my first name...

Thank you to He-From-Way-Up-North-East! From my Spirit to your's, I say thank you, for the hard work you have done for my family and I. Thank you for representing me as if I were your Uncle and not a number. Thanks please to all who came before you and to you Sir, who have been by my side for soon to be three years...in my Spirit's that's a chunk of time of life...my Path. I am humbled.

To He-Who-Lives-With-The-Choctaw, your silence is a prayer. Sir, soon I shall return yours with same.

Relations, peace and love to all! May you all be blessed with good health and happiness! Folks, I truly am exhausted and am so uncomfortable, so please, until the next time...peace.