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Monday, January 5, 2015

An Ode to the Me, He Who Was Born Here

If I were to be provided an exam on how I got here to Blog this morning, I'm unsure I could explain. For quite sometime I let shit go and I mean, like let it go quickly. I have learned some lessons with Folk, that sometimes blow my mind. I see it more when I am out an about. There seems to be a rebirth of common courtesy and respect on the streets and by ways of cities across the lower 48. I get so much  love from so many that out here that this places me in the position to remember Acts, what is this that reminds me to pray even more than I do. Well then, I will be one very prayerful being.

 I figured I had to toss some words out here to connect real quick. I have been with the sleep for a good several days. More like two or so weeks, today, I think good because I am actually waking up earlier in the day and my new Medications seem to be helping me do what I must do. What I speak about at the moment is neurological and neurological chronic pain that accompanies my every day...

...the Meniere's doesn't bleeding go anywhere. Oh dear, how am I to ask this with out coming across negatively. I have fought that damned negative energy all of my damned life. From childhood to now. I am able to share that I have spent time in contemplation and meditation to combat the negative energies that continue to influence others with multiple faces. It's my responsibility to turn my face on it, negative energy. Scream out loud when you feel the energies being directed at folks and all we can do is pray, and pray, praying with an Open Heart and Mind and am here to Scream at the forces while establishing boundaries between self and the negativity. There is something different about the way I feel towards my health care today. All that is to occur will be done with consultations of all of my doctors. I am blessed to have world class quality Doctors on my team when it comes to my BAHA, it was He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, who sawed and drilled and implanted this titanium abutment for my processors.

That's up to my teams and I to figure and work on, figure out together, shoulders to shoulders, if necessary to get our business done. What an awesome team indeed. And then to have my "Family" by my side too! Whew!

Ode to the me, he who was born in Ybor City, to return years later to dance the night away right across the street from the clinic I was born in. A Me that was so here.

So focused and did good work for my job. That's what it was my job. Then my body was invaded by the Meniere's Disease and for my statistics and I began to falter and let go but in a wrong way, I say. Good friends, I want to know what freedom feels like again! Good God! All of this and all of these opportunistic diseases invaded me when I was down...

...just like, right before my eyes. I want Mountains so high the touch the beautiful sky! I wish to be some place cooler and with-in a community of similar minded Kin. Speaking of Kin, thank you Brenda and Sheena. Sheena, I see how you have grown to be more tolerant with some of us who just may have some form of disability. I am humbly proud of you Daughter. My Daddy Heart is happy.
and I address myself with a challenge of self and life. The challenge is that I will not comment nor adjust any fateful things that pass by me. My Friends are active for a week or so, cause things to fall in our lodge, and so tries to play - I say, No Not Today.

Good Afternoon. 

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