Re-Cla-Ma-Tion

Stress can bury you deep
Heap depression on you
So even in your sleep
There is no relief.
You can become a ghost
Haunting your own home,
Dying to what you desire,
No will to do what is required.
Then suddenly one day
Something changes your life
You see what everyone else
Has been trying to reveal.
Everything out of control
The disaster completely surreal
You realize you have to take command
Find a way to make your existence whole.
So you start the process
Still, ghost walking but seeing
Doing, happening, being, bringing
Life back into your living.
It is overwhelming, painful, hard,
The darkness creeps over and again,
But you hang onto what you saw
In the moment of clarity.
The vision of order, joy, hope, peace,
Of comfort in the environment
Of dominance over certain things,
You know you can exorcise the ghost
And live fully as you wish to; reality.

2020.06.12 Canibal edited

Kudos to the Helpers

We have people in our lives that lend us strength when we become weak. These are blessings in human form. Love flows from them against our storms. When one enters our existence, it is a miracle, a grace.

Today some of my heroes reached out, not knowing how much they were needed. My son, Alex, called. His calls always lift my spirit and ignite my soul. We talked, and it was just a wonder.

I called Bernice, and she cheered me on as we laughed together. She gets me, even though I am strange.

I have been struggling, and a few people noticed. Today, my mentor, called. He invited me to lunch, catfish, fried okra, green beans, and bread. He also offered to go shopping with me. I have not been able to get myself to go and had almost run out of food. We went to Kroger and Sam’s Club, and I restocked. He is such a dear.

My best friend, Reba, and I talked. She saved the dog, from physical discipline, after making a terrible mess, by letting me vent. There is so much she does, long-distance, to help me.

My people are my support and much-needed considering. My disease, I cannot express, but love is sometimes the only thing that helps me survive.

It feels good to know I have food. It had reached a critical point.

Tomorrow I go for shots in my knees.

I guess I said all that to tell you, love those people who make life bearable. Never take them for granted. Also, recognize, however low, you feel that you are someone’s hero and do not give up. Life is precious, we are destined, what we will become is to be seen. Hang on. You are a blessing.

The Wookie was scolded for making a mess, admonished never to do it again, and then the poor rotted creatures got bacon treats. There was some time-lapse. She was observing proper social distancing since she was not entirely able to predict the actions of her Momma. Truth told at that point, I was not prepared either.

Sometimes, and then times…

2020.06.08 Intolerable

Always There

In the darkness, God is there,

In the shining brightness, God is there,

If we need guidance, God is there,

If we lose our balance, God is there,

Should trouble surround us, God is there,

Should all help desert us, God is there,

When we are broken, in need of healing, God is there,

God is love, He provides hope, He gives courage, strength,

Praise the Lord, He is with us, always and everywhere.

2020

Perfect vision is 20/20. Looking at something clearly and representing both sides is 20/20. This year was expected to come in like the Roaring Twenties by some of us. Get your fashion polished, your music rocking, party down, enjoy life.

2020 did not get the memo. I can see that persona looking at 2019, which we thought we would get the better of in 2020, and grinning, saying, 2019 just watch closely now because it is going to get real.

The coronavirus came in early, and it wanted large portions of our populations. It was not content with one locale; no, it became a worldwide pandemic. Its effects go so much further than the lives it has stolen. The economic ramifications are apt to last several decades. We have learned to live in isolation, but that is not really a rational way. We crave companionship, touch, conversation. So much we have been robbed of in our lives over these months.

In the USA, we are now facing riots, mobs, caused by the ongoing abuse of power by sectors of government, most particularly police brutality and use of lethal force against minorities. There is still a pandemic, and people are taking to the streets to protest. The protest is justified. Damage of property and bodily injury, not so much. However, I do understand the frustration, and if anything can end the injustice, that too may be justified. I worry for those on both sides of the stand-offs.

I am praying for the world. I am writing from my heart. I want to see every life cherished and loved. I want every person, everywhere, to feel that they are worthy and have a future. We are all precious and Black Lives Matter. Prejudice, violence, bullying have no place in our world. We are human, and all of us are creations of God.

The idea that this could have been a year for dressing up and enjoying the company of others, 2020, still sticks in my head. I hope that at some point soon, that may become our reality.

God bless us all. May each one of us stay safe and be guided by love in our dealings. May the coronavirus disappear from Earth, or we find treatments and vaccines. For everyone who is discriminated against may several come forward to ease their plight. May we watch our words and actions and do those things that convey love, kindness, tenderness, compassion to each one we encounter.

I do not often come here with current events. My heart aches, and I must speak out. I am concerned that things may grow worse if we do not try to make a difference.