Too Early To Be This Dark

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It is awfully dark, grey and gloomy out of doors. So much that the street lights have turned on. It has been this way most all day, and no, I'm not complaining, I love days like today, you see? By the way, I have not meant to keep away intentionally, I have simply had bits and pieces of life happen and I am doing whatever it is I must to gather my selves and keep on movin'. My Heart is bad, sad and heavy in my chest. I try to make sense of the synchronicity that has gone on for many days and nights now, and am uncertain of this at the moment. Folk's, it's so dark the night lights have been on since 1500 here at home. The winds are blowing up from the due South with strong enough winds to keep a flag flapping in the rushing breeze. Up and over the the Old Tampa Bay. I smell the oceans water from here. The windows are open and I have burned ceremony's to defend from the negativity that I have felt and have recognized within the Circle of Kinfolk 'round these parts. So sad it is this time of year. Grown Folks, I say.

The Doctor I often referred to as He-Who-Touched-My-Under-Carriage has crossed over.  I read his obituary in the Sunday paper and called today to offer respects. His name is Dr. William T. Branch, M.D. He was my only Urologist. His wife and the staff are shocked as he passed over very suddenly. My respect and condolences to his fantastic staff, his beautiful wife and to his family and friends. Dr. Branch, was a top notch sort and belonged to many different associations and clubs. An awesome Gasperilla Pirate too and one heck of a doctor. Rest well, Dr. Branch. Rest well.

While on the telephone earlier this afternoon coordinating transportation with the HARTPlus, I and my telephone Customer Rep., heard a woman screaming and crying out loud in the back ground. She had just received word that a member of her family had crossed on. God Bless, her heart! And Bless her family! I was able to hear and feel the horror and bitter sadness within here Spirit's. I let them affect me as the fellow taking care of me began to cry.

The dark gloom is surrounding me. The synchronicity of so too much creates a dam of emotions.