March brings The Cherokee Moon and is also known as the Strawberry Month...
...and soon here in Tampa, we may have snow. According to the silly meteorologist on the television's - them and their blown up ego's. The computers and peoples else where keep us posted on what years of history and computers say. Heck, even the Farmer's Almanac puts out some pretty accurate information early. Shoot, I've known Folks who believed in every word of that almanac. I always preferred the yearly worlds almanac, my self. Since childhood and would follow stats and changes in averages and populations of peoples. And pray. No, I never have taken reading for granted and can say that I a God Blessed my eye with the words from many an author. Yes.
Our Florida weather has always amuse me. Just when a Florida Boy thinks he has seen it all - My Great Spirit throws a curve, batter-batter, swing! I love my Florida Winters very much and soon to enjoy them as I did years ago. Folks, I share with you right now that the best time of year for walk abouts or hiking and camping in Florida is now. Yes, might get cold in cooler months but very rarely will one spot a mosquito during Winter. Or those Sparrow sized Dragon Flys in the Ocala National Forest. Folks please, I have seen bumble bee's the size of Humming Birds...
...it is also this time of year one may catch a glimpse of deer up very close too, see turtle and alligator by the dozen. Listen to the Seagulls play over at the Channel and listen to the Peacock off not too far from here and no, Peacock is not a native of Florida, but has adapted very well and are scattered through out Central and Southern Florida. Sometimes in the dusk, just right before total night, I can sometimes hear the haunting call's of these magnificent creatures.
From time to time, we hear and will listen to Coyote in the preserve. Folks around here have taken snap shots of them in their yards and communities. This is what happens when we encroach upon Mother Earth's creatures. The way we have permitted these out of state folks and foreigner's to take our Native Florida Land has almost gone to damned far. I have seen what fifty some years has done to my Home State and I pray that soon we take better care of or Nature's Folk.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
A BAHA Related Note: RE: Self And He-Who-Touched-My-Brain
I try to make light of something my heart feels heavy about and sometimes it back fires like an old truck. So no making light of anything right now. I am speaking of and on the Health matter here. I share of the Meniere's Disease and subsequent processes and procedures and surgeries and am afraid that when I share some news with my doctor, it will be time again for yet another BAHA Re-Visit. The BAHA is my Bone Anchored Hearing Aid, it's abutment and implant. To re-visit it means another surgery. To 're-visit' is a simple enough term for saying "oops, we gotta go back again", kind of thing in my head. AND, my dear reader, this is not a matter of finding any fault here, or any blame. I share that if any were to be had, it would be mine for a scalp that never stops growing. I mean, God Bless you my dear Doctor, because I believe that every time you hear my name you let a profanity pass your Christian lips. Doc. D., stop. I mean to say please, let me share with you that I am kilometers ahead of you on this piece right there. The way I look at this here is if the shoes were on the other feet, I would be the loving and caring and careful doctor with my patient and all like that, but DAMMIT MAN, what is going on with you and your bobble head? Dude? But seriously, in my heart and in my Spirit's, I am knowing that He-Who-Touched-my-Brain, and I are the Batman and Robin Duo, when it comes to a doctor and patient relationship and Team. I trust him. And, I trust our Team. I love him. And love my team to deaf there. What an awesome bunch of all sorts here, all Kindred. Blessed. Yes?
The certainty in my manner is because of something that has been going on here at the site of my implant. I really need to call 'Vonn and have her share with my doctor that there is yet another dreadful over growth of scalp at and or near my very implant. Yes, it is painful and hurts me now. Yes, it is inflamed and the area is not the colour of my ordinary beige complexion. And yes, I suspect that this has played an unsavoury roll in life the past few weeks. It has been on my scalp full of curls and this makes me wonder should I remain with my scalp shaved tight. Hey, I don't know. I speculate and consider and reconsider, but really, what can I do when life has happened and it passes me by. To come back and trip on it. Is like, "oh realllllllly?"..
...to come full circle and then almost to the date and year, to be faced with the words my one ear has heard before is unsettling on me. My body plays tricks on me. Dirty and foul tricks. Shit.
The certainty in my manner is because of something that has been going on here at the site of my implant. I really need to call 'Vonn and have her share with my doctor that there is yet another dreadful over growth of scalp at and or near my very implant. Yes, it is painful and hurts me now. Yes, it is inflamed and the area is not the colour of my ordinary beige complexion. And yes, I suspect that this has played an unsavoury roll in life the past few weeks. It has been on my scalp full of curls and this makes me wonder should I remain with my scalp shaved tight. Hey, I don't know. I speculate and consider and reconsider, but really, what can I do when life has happened and it passes me by. To come back and trip on it. Is like, "oh realllllllly?"..
...to come full circle and then almost to the date and year, to be faced with the words my one ear has heard before is unsettling on me. My body plays tricks on me. Dirty and foul tricks. Shit.
20,075 Guests - Thank You!
Kinfolk, Kindred and Kind One's,
I am humbled to share with you that we have reached and are over 20,000 guest as of today. 20,075. to be exact...
...I continue to feel as if I am not worthy and am at a loss for words at this moment. My mind races along with my emotions as I think back and have looked over the history of this blog. Something I thought so huge at one time has brought me back down to Mars. I am humbled and I am reminded of my Humanness's. I am aware of my own Spiritual Being and of the omni-present Great Spirit. The Spirit's who dwell deeper within, where it is my Eagles fly and Bears roam. We live in the place very few have ever been and I am blessed and so forever thankful for you reading the words of a simple one. My words. I am thanking you all, for reading and visiting me in here where my Spirit's Live.
I thank you, each and every one, for taking time out of your busy day to take a peak at what's happening over on Mario's Path. By God, this still blows my mind. I thank you very much.
Relations, please do not let this sound weird, but I love you all and am indebted to every one.
I still carry a very special place for She-Who-Walks-With-Grace and her husband for coaching and guiding me until I learned to fly on my own. I love you both and am thankful you have been a part of my life. I love you four so much.
Kind One's, thank you from my Spirit's to your's. I thank you. I thank you! I thank you!
Love, peace and more peace, Mario's Path
p.s. I am full.
I am humbled to share with you that we have reached and are over 20,000 guest as of today. 20,075. to be exact...
...I continue to feel as if I am not worthy and am at a loss for words at this moment. My mind races along with my emotions as I think back and have looked over the history of this blog. Something I thought so huge at one time has brought me back down to Mars. I am humbled and I am reminded of my Humanness's. I am aware of my own Spiritual Being and of the omni-present Great Spirit. The Spirit's who dwell deeper within, where it is my Eagles fly and Bears roam. We live in the place very few have ever been and I am blessed and so forever thankful for you reading the words of a simple one. My words. I am thanking you all, for reading and visiting me in here where my Spirit's Live.
I thank you, each and every one, for taking time out of your busy day to take a peak at what's happening over on Mario's Path. By God, this still blows my mind. I thank you very much.
Relations, please do not let this sound weird, but I love you all and am indebted to every one.
I still carry a very special place for She-Who-Walks-With-Grace and her husband for coaching and guiding me until I learned to fly on my own. I love you both and am thankful you have been a part of my life. I love you four so much.
Kind One's, thank you from my Spirit's to your's. I thank you. I thank you! I thank you!
Love, peace and more peace, Mario's Path
p.s. I am full.
My Health and Liberation, Viva Le Revolution!
I have sat here crying for I am not sure how long now. My center is sad and questions; "what is it that is wrong"?. "Why must you cry so much, Sir?". This state of despairs at this moment, would not permit me to spit out a logical answer, neither at the moment could I share a rational answer. I simply sit here and cry...
...there seems to be a mass void in my chest - almost as if I have had innards removed and now there is only empty space.
I and my Spirit's hurt not having my wife with me when I need her most - like now when I desperately need a hug. As this, hurts my Spirit's deep within me, to where my Eagles and Bears live, is to not have my daughters near me. I miss and love these three Women of my life more than I might imagine to could express. My love and respect for them transcends the bounds of distance and the quickness of passing time. Love and sadness issues are of the matter for me. I see.
The prospects of no reunion in Cherokee, very truly haunts me to no end. My heart, my eyes, my lungs and feet, and most of all my Spirit's are mourning. There really isn't any more I might say about that subject right there. I am in mourning. Yes. From deep within this Southerner's Big Gimpy Heart of mine, I am haunted...
...even this skin on my finger's mourn. My left eye goes droopy because this is what happens when I cry. My eyes would love to see and let my minds embrace the sight of the mountains where them who came before me roamed. Where it is that Kinfolk from both White and Red blood intermingled. Where it is my Kin loved. Fought? Yes. Where it is my Kinfolk lived, died and are buried. Oh, my dear Cherokee, how I wish to be with thee.
What's a fifty three year old lonely orphaned mixed blooded gimp to do, but cry?
As I have cried for the revolution within this skin, the losses and the victories that come with battle after battle against my health and the "emotional drains". Them and those with toxic medicine are unhealthy to be with. Their emotional leach sucking lips drain the very emotions from mine. As such, I feel as if this has torn my innards apart and against my self and my history, and now it is time to take care of self. You see, this is a War that I have decided to continue to fight. This is by no means a new War or battles. My history has been to let them who enjoy the amusement of abuse, whether it be emotional or physical have their way with their words and their ways. No mas, eh? In my thoughts, I see the gains far out weigh the costs. Seen.
This revolution within my skin has and have liberated my selves from many who were once Kinfolk and Kindred in my Circle. Many were of the Blood, but I have learned many, many lessons over this most recent history. I have learned this not too late in life and knowing that what I do and have done is the right thing to do, keeps me going and alive. Yes, there may be a minute touch of blue when it comes to one or two, but the weight of what felt like bails of hay laid upon my chest has been removed. And oh, so liberating!
Liberation is something that once inhaled, is a blessing and becomes the memories that cling to the inside of my brains and lungs. Inside my skin.
Yes, I am refreshed and am glad about this. Thank you Kind One for being here and reading.
Viva Le Revolution!
...there seems to be a mass void in my chest - almost as if I have had innards removed and now there is only empty space.
I and my Spirit's hurt not having my wife with me when I need her most - like now when I desperately need a hug. As this, hurts my Spirit's deep within me, to where my Eagles and Bears live, is to not have my daughters near me. I miss and love these three Women of my life more than I might imagine to could express. My love and respect for them transcends the bounds of distance and the quickness of passing time. Love and sadness issues are of the matter for me. I see.
The prospects of no reunion in Cherokee, very truly haunts me to no end. My heart, my eyes, my lungs and feet, and most of all my Spirit's are mourning. There really isn't any more I might say about that subject right there. I am in mourning. Yes. From deep within this Southerner's Big Gimpy Heart of mine, I am haunted...
...even this skin on my finger's mourn. My left eye goes droopy because this is what happens when I cry. My eyes would love to see and let my minds embrace the sight of the mountains where them who came before me roamed. Where it is that Kinfolk from both White and Red blood intermingled. Where it is my Kin loved. Fought? Yes. Where it is my Kinfolk lived, died and are buried. Oh, my dear Cherokee, how I wish to be with thee.
What's a fifty three year old lonely orphaned mixed blooded gimp to do, but cry?
As I have cried for the revolution within this skin, the losses and the victories that come with battle after battle against my health and the "emotional drains". Them and those with toxic medicine are unhealthy to be with. Their emotional leach sucking lips drain the very emotions from mine. As such, I feel as if this has torn my innards apart and against my self and my history, and now it is time to take care of self. You see, this is a War that I have decided to continue to fight. This is by no means a new War or battles. My history has been to let them who enjoy the amusement of abuse, whether it be emotional or physical have their way with their words and their ways. No mas, eh? In my thoughts, I see the gains far out weigh the costs. Seen.
This revolution within my skin has and have liberated my selves from many who were once Kinfolk and Kindred in my Circle. Many were of the Blood, but I have learned many, many lessons over this most recent history. I have learned this not too late in life and knowing that what I do and have done is the right thing to do, keeps me going and alive. Yes, there may be a minute touch of blue when it comes to one or two, but the weight of what felt like bails of hay laid upon my chest has been removed. And oh, so liberating!
Liberation is something that once inhaled, is a blessing and becomes the memories that cling to the inside of my brains and lungs. Inside my skin.
Yes, I am refreshed and am glad about this. Thank you Kind One for being here and reading.
Viva Le Revolution!
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
By The Way
By the way,
Yes, I have changed my pass words.
And have deleted your number from my telephones
and my mind and heart.
Okay, maybe I left it in one.
I never did like it when we were -
separated or apart.
I miss you.
By the way.
Yes, I have changed my pass words.
And have deleted your number from my telephones
and my mind and heart.
Okay, maybe I left it in one.
I never did like it when we were -
separated or apart.
I miss you.
By the way.
My Meniere's Disease, Today, 27 Feb., 2013
My head, neck, chest and back are moist from the sweating and perspiring I have had over the past forty five minutes or so. As in I can feel the tears of perspiration slide down my skin, front and back and am misting around this magical mystery globe attached to my neck. My bobble head with its imbalance and misguided steps. One says, "look up as you walk", another says "watch where you are going" and I do it all as I walk this path of mine. I look up and I walk each step with a purpose. There are times though when I can be fully engaged, doing well, then make a turn and fall. Or stumble, which is as horrifying as a fall because I don't know if I'm falling for sure or having a stumble. I don't know if that made any sense to you, I hope it did, because I share these words as if we were sitting in a coffee house, sipping espresso and having good talks.
I vomited my only sustenance earlier. That disgusting combo of every pill and tablet I eat for break fast every morning. I have had a huge gag situated in the center of my chest between my throat and tummy. I have tried to burp and have burped good and plenty, but this gag remains.
I have been under the influence of a state of some form of dizziness or another since I woke this morn. Some tipsy dizzy, to the having ridden with Jeff Gordan, driving 200 MPH dizzy. When this happens, there is nothing to do but wait it out. I sit or lay and listen to the sounds from within and try not to think too much about the dizziness, because I think that sometimes thinking about it - or - like acknowledging it makes it worse. Maybe I'm goofy? Wait, I am goofy. Ha! Almost forgot.
These sounds and noises have been obnoxious all of the damned day. Beeps, roars, voices in the other room, the song of six foot tall crickets...
...so, today I have listened to Native music to create some sound in my background. Native American music seems to have had the best and most soothing sounds for me. I listen to many genre's, yes, but am always brought back home to the flutes and the drums.
I have successfully fought against the sleep and slumber and as I sit here tip-tapping and gagging, I think that I could have used a slumber earlier. My entire body aches and pains as if I have been a sparring partner for my dearest Mike Tyson. From my toes all the way up to the tip of my spine and the points of pain within my ears, I hurt something bad.
Yes, there is war paint on my face. I have business to take care of. Me. So, I keep moving on.
I've no more to say.
I vomited my only sustenance earlier. That disgusting combo of every pill and tablet I eat for break fast every morning. I have had a huge gag situated in the center of my chest between my throat and tummy. I have tried to burp and have burped good and plenty, but this gag remains.
I have been under the influence of a state of some form of dizziness or another since I woke this morn. Some tipsy dizzy, to the having ridden with Jeff Gordan, driving 200 MPH dizzy. When this happens, there is nothing to do but wait it out. I sit or lay and listen to the sounds from within and try not to think too much about the dizziness, because I think that sometimes thinking about it - or - like acknowledging it makes it worse. Maybe I'm goofy? Wait, I am goofy. Ha! Almost forgot.
These sounds and noises have been obnoxious all of the damned day. Beeps, roars, voices in the other room, the song of six foot tall crickets...
...so, today I have listened to Native music to create some sound in my background. Native American music seems to have had the best and most soothing sounds for me. I listen to many genre's, yes, but am always brought back home to the flutes and the drums.
I have successfully fought against the sleep and slumber and as I sit here tip-tapping and gagging, I think that I could have used a slumber earlier. My entire body aches and pains as if I have been a sparring partner for my dearest Mike Tyson. From my toes all the way up to the tip of my spine and the points of pain within my ears, I hurt something bad.
Yes, there is war paint on my face. I have business to take care of. Me. So, I keep moving on.
I've no more to say.
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time...
...it used to trouble me that some folks could have me cut off or blocked from life's interaction's. The all of what's the latest news's in life and on our path's. I am aware of some folks who even bar me from their social page and then, them same some folks wish to smile in my face and make jolly two faced talk with me in public places or whilst amongst other's.
I fink you get the foik away...
...you same some Folks, forget those bones you carry in your duffel bag is what karma is all about. I have seen this in life. I know what it looks like, what it smells like and what it tastes like.
When the time comes to learn, I learn. Then we go separate ways.
Now, I really don't give a shit about these same some folks - but I know that Folks feel comfortable with their talk around me. Sometimes things get said and once what has been said - has been said, one can not un-say it. Seen.
Once the words are said there is a sever of kinship. It may have taken me years and foiken years for my balls to drop, but this set right here has dropped and I don't give two shits who you are.
Once my trust has been broken or your lies played, then, well, just go...
...and please, don't go away mad, just go away.
The End
...it used to trouble me that some folks could have me cut off or blocked from life's interaction's. The all of what's the latest news's in life and on our path's. I am aware of some folks who even bar me from their social page and then, them same some folks wish to smile in my face and make jolly two faced talk with me in public places or whilst amongst other's.
I fink you get the foik away...
...you same some Folks, forget those bones you carry in your duffel bag is what karma is all about. I have seen this in life. I know what it looks like, what it smells like and what it tastes like.
When the time comes to learn, I learn. Then we go separate ways.
Now, I really don't give a shit about these same some folks - but I know that Folks feel comfortable with their talk around me. Sometimes things get said and once what has been said - has been said, one can not un-say it. Seen.
Once the words are said there is a sever of kinship. It may have taken me years and foiken years for my balls to drop, but this set right here has dropped and I don't give two shits who you are.
Once my trust has been broken or your lies played, then, well, just go...
...and please, don't go away mad, just go away.
The End
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