Author: b2c-fgf
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Scan
Scanning my body as I woke up – I found all my symptoms were low – I could barely feel the neuropothy. Then, walking around everything starts up, pins in my feet and hands, my face is numb and heavy, nausea, not so much dizzy for now… Tracking up the stairs with my coffee I…
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Colleen on Mary T
Your journey of unwanted lessons learned in this territory are a gift to her and all the family. Amazing how our own cuts, wounds and scars when recognized by the other – can transform the story to one of healing – on both ends of the conversation. – me
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Better?
So many just want to feel better. The angst of the future 4 years and instant chaos of our government in throws of attack and domination of a thug and the realization that 1/2 of Americans are living in a false narrative voting on made up agendas of “the other”. It’s daunting. Yes. But I…
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Heavy fog
It started last night, that leaden feeling in my head – weight heavy on my front lobe, making my head fall forward. I woke to a headache non headache… no throbbing as if it didn’t have the energy to throb. Everything takes longer, to focus takes an act of defiance. Meanwhile I feel like this…
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Steps
After the election, with no media coverage since Wednesday morning, the helplessness that is swirling around me wants to be put to use. With that there is a need to store energy for the months to come as we all will be called to participate to “insist” on equality, “resist” the mind numbing impotence thrust…
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Order?
What is it that the great masses of my countryman base their lives in fear and want to be “ruled” by Tasmanian devil with no thought of the other. The ego reigns at the moment… or has the spotlight. Embracing the “we”, I have to go forward. More grief, more loss, is life a constant…
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Nuronic
Letter to Mary in response to her research into red light therapy. Morning. I’m not sure why, but I’m feeling uneasy when it comes to this Neuronic group. But it brings up a good issue…how to “actively” take care of my body with this “disease” ( that I keep hoping will disappear one morning). What options to…
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Dopey
Quiet, breathing shallow, now breathing deeper, finding the words, while my legs bubble like poured 7Up in a glass. It’s no longer a new sensation a year on. But daily noise layered upon low anxiety of never knowing how the day will go. Cloudy brain cells that prod me to not move, to give in…
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Walking tall
Never be ashamed of who you are – what ever characteristic that day may catch your ire. Notice the difference of walking into Sunday event as opposed to Saturday and how you felt afterward. Saturday was filled with gay men – younger thinner and stylish in a bowl full of lovely gold fish. Seeing them…