This story starts with a dog, and ends with another. It's long, and touches on sensitive subjects, with raw, open, honesty. The last 10 months have been quite a journey, full of sorrow, shock, a moment of extreme clarity, a lot of contemplation, reflection, unexpected dreams, and then resolution, when the dream became reality. It… Continue reading Saving Myself By Saving a Dog
My spirit sister, Laurie, passed away, the day before yesterday, and I found this beautiful fantasy story, with characters based on myself and my youngest daughter, on her blog last night. An amazing last gift, one of many, from one who gave so much Love to the world, and to me.
Fly high, my sister, and enjoy the beautiful spring flowers!
Hello? Rhia a tall young woman with beautiful red hair, trailing down her back, was taking a walk past fields of grass through the lush green forest when she stopped short in front of the most beautiful image she had ever seen. She gasped, just staring at this magical wagon, with different colors, different textures. She said “Hello? again.” It was odd, she was sure she could hear whispers and giggling but she didn’t see anyone around. She felt incredibly safe so she climbed up the steps and peered into the wagon.
Rhia was a quiet but very strong young woman, having lived on the streets and shelters before, but as soon as she got to the top step she suddenly she felt a rush of happiness and love enveloping her. She never felt this feeling before. She walked around the carriage noticing the brilliant colors and daring to touch…
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I went to my PCP (that's Primary Care Provider for those who don't know) last week for my monthly visit, and a new nurse takes me back to the room. It went something like this... Her: "You're here for a follow-up for...?" Me: Chronic fatigue Syndrome. Her: Oh, fatigue. So you're tired a lot. (As… Continue reading “Chronic. Fatigue. Syndrome. It’s An Illness.” – May 12: ME/CFS Awareness Day
There is a Wisdom, Buried deep in my bones, A Gift, Passed down to me, From Ancestors of Old. Today we call it a curse, And fight and rail, We give it names, Arthritis and Migraine, And call the wild Wisdom, By another name: Pain. But, is it, really, Just the song my bones knows?… Continue reading The Song In My Bones (Dealing With Pain)
It's funny, what I forget, even now, after so long being sick. Sometimes, in my mind, I am still strong & healthy, as if time simply stopped passing when I became ill. Sometimes, it really feels that way, as if time did stop, and there is only The Before Times and a giant blur that… Continue reading 15 Years: Time, Memory, Remembering, Forgetting, and Stupidity
In my last post, I said I wanted the fire, the passion, back in my life. Over the last few weeks, I've done a lot of deep thinking and reflecting, while struggling every day just to keep my ship from sinking. Well, I've come to some harsh realizations and conclusions, and I'm feeling pretty damn… Continue reading I Will NOT Go Quietly Into The Dark