The noises have me up again. Am very distracted from reading or resting. Here in one of the safe places in the lodge, The fan is blowing cool air down my neck and back and fighting the misting all over my skull, neck and face. Other than my i-pod, playing "Belle and Sebastian" sing, "Sleep The Clock Around", the noises in both ears are loud enough to make the fan silent over head...
The invasion of the one million crickets continue in my Right-Good-Bad-Ear. The sound tonight is very much one species and the crickets have won the vote and is no way as hectic as last nights, soundtrack to "Lost in The Everglades On A Moonless Night" even though still loud enough to drown out a ceiling fan.
I have not ever asked "why" with this disease named Meniere's. I figured this to be one of the cards My Life dealt me. So, it's mine. The meniere's lives under my skin, in my ear's which are inside my globe. It has become like luggage - I'll bring it along with me where ever I go...
...in my Center, I am aware of what I must do to have a healthier way of life. I know I will not quit pushing. Establishing a body of structure will infact aid me with better protecting myself when I fall. These are all just a matter of time...that's why I walk very much with purpose.
I have not asked "why", because, every day of my life and on this Path I travel, I see all of what I have to be thankful for and also see what we as a peoples have done to Mother Earth. I read the press, I see what's on the television, with my one-good-bad ear I listen.
I am blessed to have been born when I was, a 1959'er...
I have lived a life. I've seen enough of what we as a peoples are capable of doing to one another...and mother to child.....and husband to wife...and the black-on-black that has never stopped...and it's all the same shit world wide isn't it? London. One year before the Summer Games? Oh, really? Famine in Africa. NFL. NBA. Lock-outs, over increased raises of millions of dollars to them-who-catch-a-ball. Out here some don't even get a cost of living increase. Some don't get paid at all because there is no work. We as peoples stand by and watch to see what will happen next in D.C. or Iraq...when will the next mass murders take place...when will our boy's and girl's over there stop bleeding over the politics of those that wanted and planned this to go on and on...is what I would love to really know.
...today would have been a good day to die. As it was a wonderful day to be alive. I love The One God. I love all Relations, them who have passed before me, they here with us now and them I've yet to meet. Love is such a wonder medicine.
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