I was blessed with the opportunity to visit with the Sir Dude this afternoon. Sir Dude, my therapist, did in fact have his Game Day face on and we had extraordinary talk and face to face time. I felt as if I had a mental/emotional colon cleansing. No, really. It was superb! There was so much covered, so much communicated that I am certain I left my safe place with my Spirit's stirred up something proper. Some dung to deal with now and dung to prepare for next visit. Just like my Sir Dude.
Tonight, I skip to the beat of The The's, "This Is The Day". It would be so brilliant if I really could skip about! I skip to this beat in my skull and maybe my Spirit's join in, but I can no longer dance the way I did once. The whole balance and coordination thing makes for sad thoughts just like this moment. That the dance was taken away from me.
I have communicated how I think about listening to music with one ear hole to the brain, but I have not stopped to think and talk about the dance piece. As in to share or type aloud. The dance can't be gone! I have been a music fanatic since childhood and danced. Right, it's not like I was John Travolta or anything, but Gurl's, I'm here to say I would dance into the wee hours back in the day. Oh boy, what the life...
This is really alot like me dancing to the beat of a different drum...
...seems as if I always have been the Black Sheep in my life - according to the families...the black lamb with mixed blood, en'it? Yeah, yeah, yeah, there's one in every family. Just like "The Drama Queen" scenario. One in every Crew. Ha! Ha! If memorey serves me well, this was a nick name I was blessed with at the company in the big blue box. I mean, these folks called me Drama Queen, as if it was a bad thing. Child please, it took years to learn and earn that title, and shit, I still practice it. Oh yes, please do not confuse the "Drama Queen" with "lifestyle bitches".
Really? Please?
Boy-oh-boy, I must make for an interesting case...
This is really alot like me moving along to the beat of a different drum.
Maybe some day soon I learn to dance with my walker. Maybe? Maybe.
Before I conclude with this post, please, I ask please, do not judge me, I am the Enigma. No really, I am an anomaly.
p.s. It took me many many years of walking this Path to be able to assert myself with certain people. I am comfortable with the beat to this drum.
...Honey, If I Could Turn Back Time!
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