Kindred,
One of the subjects I wanted to chat about briefly is, are about the lesion at the tip of my spinal cord. This living, live organism that has established residence in my body. And mind.
America. Look, I see this with these eyes, and use comparison to the scenario's and pardon me, experience's that my brothers David and Danny, and I had in the swamp. The adventures we would take, the epic walk about's way out in the Everglades. Very familiar we were with the directions of the Everglades. We respected and we unconditionally loved the blessings that baptized us there in South Florida, a simple dozen miles from home and our favorite swamp marsh lands and friends. We were welcomed, permitted and blessed to travel the back dirt roads, the reservations, and we did good and proper on land and the water, there in that river of grass.
Well, we there would often happen upon a litter of little squeaking creatures, baby alligators. We learned early on that when there is one baby alligator, their brothers and sisters were near by. Seen? When there's a litter of these little pups, swimming and squealing and carrying on - "Big Mama" is near by. Watching. Seen. Oh God, that's just the way it is. We never troubled them tiny, sweet dinosaurs or their Moms. Neither did one ever trouble us.
Kindred, In my Spirit's, I visualize this lesion being that Mama Alligator, and based on my experience from the swamp, wherever Mama is, baby's linger near by. I know this. For the time being, we are unable to take the examinations and tests She-With-Many-Names ordered. Without health insurance there is no MRI's of the brain. Or of the back's of my backs back. Last night we were informed that once again, we were denied the medicine that would benefit me in so many ways. That one that would rock my world. Well?
For the now being, this lesion + ? = Lesion x 1 + ? = Lesion. God Bless The Everglades!
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