Pull up a chair, my tribe, and I'll tell you a story, of the Before Times, which I rarely speak of - of my life before illness, which was an unusual one by anyone's standards. It is a bitterly cold night here on the Mountain, 8 degrees and snowy, and gazing at that snow, so… Continue reading Moonlight Diamond Benedictions, Beauty, and Magick
Category: This Crazy Life
15 Years: Time, Memory, Remembering, Forgetting, and Stupidity
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
I Will NOT Go Quietly Into The Dark
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
Walking Through The Fire (Quitting Opioids)
Frank Talk On Pain and Pain Meds: Introduction – Jumping Off Into The Vast Unknown Part 1: Pain, Pain Meds, Opioids, Addiction and Dependance Part 2: Pain Management Myths and Misconceptions Part 3: My Personal Journey Part 4: Stormy Seas and Taking On Water (Quitting Opioids) Part 5: Walking Through The Fire (Quitting Opioids) (you… Continue reading Walking Through The Fire (Quitting Opioids)
Forgotten Dreams & Finding Myself Again
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” ― Thomas Merton, "No Man Is an Island" Recently, I've come to realize (again) just how much being chronically ill has stolen from me, and not just in the obvious physical sense. Little bits & pieces of me, of who I am, have… Continue reading Forgotten Dreams & Finding Myself Again
Fear, Nature, and Mother Earth
I was afraid. Not the kind of rational, in-my-head, calculating-the-risk, type of afraid. No. In-my-gut afraid. Primally, animal-instinctually, go-inside-and-hide, afraid. Because of a sound coming up the Mountain, one I'd never heard. It wasn't a feeling I'd had in a long time; in fact, I can't remember when. Certainly never here, at my home on… Continue reading Fear, Nature, and Mother Earth
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