Meniere's and The Sleep Queue

Am still in The Sleep Queue...

...fighting off the sleep and am knowing damned well it's that I'm in the queue. Am very much aware and familiar with this fork on My Path. I've walked this queue before and have a flutter-in-my-heart confidance knowing I will rejoin My Path up the Trail a bit or few. In the past twenty four hours have slept and committed eighteen of them to Dream World.

One of the worms that lives between my scalp and skull just wiggled about.

I am having an uncomfortable day with the Meinere's. My nausea is resting right below my throat and has been very present today. I tasted what my medications tastes like earlier and have had the urge to puke. I am dizzy. The sweats and perspirations have been present as long as I have been awake...

...even with all of the window's here in the House of Seven Window's wide open, I sweat and perspire. Even with this cool breeze that blows through the Lodge from the North East and passes the scents of burning pine and evergreens. The Wind and the Rain pass the lodge by as I softly send prayer Blessing's to All Relations.

At this moment my Deaf Left Ear is busy with the sounds of the street wrecker or cement buster. One of the tools of working on the side walks and streets. Except these sound loud at first then trail off to a silence, then it begins again and again. I very much can not describe the sound in words.
Anyway's, it's in here and the noise makes it difficult to concentrate. Espeacially when my hard of hearing right ear is busy with crickets, locust and cicadas. And yes, they're loud...

...the non-hearing in my deaf left ear just gave off a loud roaring sound.

Damned crickets...

So, I do suppose I have learned to listen to my body, more now than ever before in my entire time here on this gentle orb we call Earth Mother. Compared to the other planets we have but a small piece of this massive universe to love and maintain. I have often said I am glad I was born when I was because I am tired of seeing and reading and hearing about what we have done or are doing to our Earth Mother. My Mother Earth. Feeling this, as I mourn the loss of my Earth Mother before either one of us has crossed. Weird yes? Maybe, but it is this space for loving and peaceful stuff that is alive between my ears. Sometimes it even seem's much larger than this Universe. In my simple mind, there is no limit to what the Universe is in my skull. Because, you see, I believe it is necessary to occupy My mind, with the gifts of reading, thinking, mediatating, crying, silence, music and even contemplations on the noise's and sound's going on and off in my ears.

I must keep this passion alive, this exhile has changed me into a me, I never saw coming, but here I am. I am that I am.

This capture's a snap shot of a moment in time.