Apparently I'm more fiercely independent than even I imagined. I once thought, and was quite sure that being a monk on a mountain top is the way to go. Surely I could achieve that to some extend right in the midst of the chaos of everyday life. Isolation is the enemy, says the AA code. Given my state of gutterdom and the fact that I have greatly reduced the number of meetings I attend, I may have to concede the truth of that.
I had my two year anniversary celebration last Friday and I almost didn't go. I was very grateful that I did go once I was there, especially once it was over. I guess I've been wrestled into thinking the worst of people based on the behavior of a few. The very thing that I loathe in the media and various family and friends. Maybe it's the weather or some astronomical astrological event I'm unaware of like Mercury Retrograde on steroids?
I've recovered a bit of my more sunny disposition and apparently odd and somewhat sarcastic point of view. I hesitate to write it, afraid I'll jinx it since I'm not sure how to replicate the resurrection. I spent time with Marc, a friend, working with a long time client and making some much needed headway. He's experienced a funky mood lately as has another friend. Varying degrees of the same dense muck that I've been wading through. How does that saying go? Misery loves company? It also helps to know you're not alone. That alone lifts the veil a tad.
I've found an interesting online community for poetry as well... All Poetry. Recommended, astonishingly, by Chris my partner. It's not really a forum in the manner he's used to but it is curious and fun. Finally, I'm working part time at a mineral and crystal shop, a veiled metaphysical shop really. How fun! What grand people and energy to spend my time around! So much, really SO MUCH to learn and remember. At any rate, sorry I was gone gutterish... I'm back.
What shall I create this day to amuse and delight?
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
Fibber McGee's closet!