Here's a secret, from me to you.Sometimes,Something happens.A conflict.An argument.A situation.And it's just too much. There is a snap,Like a rubber band that's beenStretched far, far,Then suddenly released. Everything goes quiet in my mind.Silence fills me,And a preturnatural stillness.I feel feral,Like a wild animal,Brought into the houseFor the very first time.I look around meA stranger… Continue reading Feral Eyes and Stillness
Note: On Monday I wrote three messages to my mother, in typical Aspie style - I held nothing back. I've clipped a bit here, but it's mostly intact. I'm posting it here in case you want to know what it's really like. Be forewarned: my mother spent two days in the hospital after reading this… Continue reading The Harsh Reality of CFS
Sometimes, the truth hurts. But better the truth, and understanding, than living in confusion & conflict, imposing your values on someone else. For those that this hurts, I'm truly sorry. You'll just have to believe me that it was as hard for me to write, as it will be for you to read. I've spent… Continue reading Finally, A Place To Call Home
Note: This post is about my spiritual path, part of the Wolfdreams category of my blog. It will likely not make much sense to many people. But it makes sense to me. The message was short and cryptic: "Follow the Patterns to the Stillness within." I had been resting, which became meditating, which became journeying.… Continue reading Wolfdreams: Message In A Bottle
UPDATED MAY 20TH: I have a unique relationship with dogs. I can't explain it, not really. Either you know, or you never will. Maybe it's the Aspergers, that I form a stronger bond with animals - canine in particular - than I do with humans. Dogs are essential to me. As essential as air to… Continue reading Dogs and Me.
(No, not THAT primal urge, another one!) I remember very little of my life. It's not like other people do. I remember little bits & pieces from here & there. Frozen vignettes. Still-lifes. Partly, I'm sure that's from the Lyme, etc. But not entirely. One thing I do remember clearly: as a child, standing in… Continue reading That Primal Urge, Neanderthals, & Spirits