Morning & Nausea

Good Morning.

Even though I am chock full of nausea, unpleasant dizziness and the sounds of a Fighter Jet roaring in the South yard, I am committed to visit Sir Dude...

...Brenda, often asks me if I'm pregnant. Hmm, if I am, it would be an Immaculate Conception.

I gain so much from our gatherings. He is a well educated individual and a fine right good gentleman. I suspect we have more in common than either of us realize, but I am cool with the professional and my boundaries being respected. Doing Tea, and discussing my woes are as close as I want to be with my present therapist. I really do respect and appreciate, my Sir Dude, but have learned to keep things on plan. My ex-psychiatrist taught me an excellent lesson that I'll carry with me through-out the remainder of my time here on Mother Earth.

Stewie, a grand and marvelous Woman and friend was once my therapist. She is One that broke down the walls that had been built over the course of a life time - she is the One who assisted me with dealing with the Rape, Sexual Abuse and Incest I have survived. Today, she is somebody that is endeared not only to myself, but also my family. She is a Life Long Friend and I love her as if she were part of my family. Stewie, if you're reading this know that I do love you and miss you immensely.

Soon the Little Bus should be by to take me to Sir Dude's office. One of my safe places. Blessed. So, I must move off and along.

Later on, I shall be back here to connect with my guests and Kin.

Be well.

Love, peace and more peace...