Meniere's With An Attitude

Kindred,

Please, I wish to expel a couple, three or few things from my center. Let them drift away with this cool North Eastern breeze...

...the change in weather does my mind, body and Spirit's good. Gives me the urge to call She-Who-Lives-With-The-Cherokee and compare notes on the weather. I would love to speak with my Old Kindred Spirit, but she has been away a spell. Medicine Woman the same-same. I close my eye's and visualize our talks and the exchanges of energies that take place. There are many times in my day-to-day's that I yearn to listen to the voice's of others. I learn by listening to the voice's of others. I thrive and am drawn towards the energies that are shared by my Kindred Spirit's. I miss this exchange in life and on My Path..

...I suspect this is why I have had this other-world like experience and struggle with Meniere's and it's boat load of symptoms. This disease Meniere's, that has taken so much from me, has been and is teaching me lessons of a life I never would have experienced if not for my body stumbling upon it. These lessons are something I am to comprehend and practice. The realization that having this be my  Destiny is a subject just breaking through and into this thick skull. To have this Menier's in it's many manifestation's are something that is to be a subject learned and studied beyond a reading here or an article there. Meniere's has now become something for me to conqueror. After these past few years of struggle - now is the time for me to grow a pair and begin to push the processes even further. It is absolutely necessary to establish sure and sound boundaries for me, myself, I and all of the rest of who I am.

Alright, yes it's shitty to wear these shoes sometimes. So what am I going to do about it, I ask myself. Well, I've let this disease drag me along like an old cloth doll and I mean to say, that I permitted this to let me drag low. Low as in having to hire a psychiatrist low. I am in a better place today with the whole emotional mental aspect of my Better Health program. Maybe parts of me ask myself what took me so damned long to cop this attitude. IDK. Today has been a good day to die and has been an awesome day to be alive!

Sounds to like "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag" to me. Papa! Yes, I'm fighting and damn it yes, I am a Surviving Warrior! I'm too damned Hip to let this bullshit disease drag me 'round like that! There is a difference between the angry and the attitude. Thinking the anger thing is getting better managed and the gloom only visits on occasions, I am in a much sounder place. I'm Human. I am certain I could have been sending out my kiss my prostate a long time ago...

...I be got-damned if my Dad always said that we were late bloomers. Well, hell then, here I am!