“This week my spirits were lifted by a couple acts of kindness. It’s been so long since anything resembling my old self’s ebullience has surfaced. I could write a book about what crushes a human, and perhaps I will. The betrayal by friends, or who I thought were friends, and my escape back to sanity, which has been isolating, as well as the path back to wellness. I don’t know if there is anything more valuable, than patience in this life. Which is only possible, if one is able to remember “the big picture”, and carry on. Evidently, we are all traveling incognito, and according to vastly different maps. Finally recognizing a handful of people, who have no investment in helping or loving, but just do it because they know what’s right, and what’s wrong, is like finding hidden treasure. The ones who still thrive on manipulation and deceit, can be left to their own devices, and good riddance. I’m tired of replaying things I said, or furtive message I wrote, in attempts to set the record straight. Few really care. So I move on. This is the benefit of staying closer to nature, than anyone, or anything. If one is seeking an unpretentious, and honest conversation, outside this unassuming tribe of compatriots, there is little that compares to listening, as a practice, and as a refuge, to simple things, like rushing water, wind chimes and air. Throw a few birds in there, and your soul will automatically refresh. Trying too hard, and caring too much, must be put aside, to allow for rest and recuperation. No one’s words should be taken as gospel. We are okay, and better than okay, doing nothing that is premeditated for results. The self-appointed judges who we’ve given more power to than they deserve, are no longer welcome here. It’s a spring day, and another spring day, is coming. The messy slop of mud, and bad weather, and hard going, are sure to keep them from advancing any further into our consciousness. This is the glory, of nature. Only we know, how hard we have tried. And tried, and tried, and cried. Pitiless wails of abject misery. I would encourage us to stop pandering to words said, and accusations hurled. If one kind word can change the world, start by saying it, and then be aware, that you are only a stone’s throw away, from receiving such a gift. Trauma, the catch word for everything that’s been done to us, is about to take a hike. We are not, our trauma. We are more like river stones, or rain, that pounds the dry earth. We walk a long road, to find our true nature. No one person can define that path for us. It would be trivial to say “follow your bliss” and yet, it is about staying the course. Do what you love until you have but one breath left to breathe. Listen to what you love, until it is no longer available, and then go beyond that. Things add up, and when there are no doorways, find one. You can, and you will.”
