I got my sheet to fit on my bed. I am stubborn as hell. I can do anything. That was a moment of conquering satisfaction, as I have the numerous bruises spread all over my body to show for it. These sorts of things fuel me with an energy that pulls at me from behind. I may even venture to say that grief has been one of my most valued experiences, ( Read more... )

Kaela took me out this evening, a wonderful time was had by all. We paid our dues to the deceased, visiting the shell of her past, and that is all it now is. An outsider remains, in rubble, hours spent. The paved cracks and shrapnal scattered among steps, steeps, slopes, slates. Memories haunted me as each corner had a face, a voice, a scent that ( Read more... )

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You rested on the seventh day. Maybe you should have spent that day on compassion.

(Patch Adams)

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The new spagetti-o's: a runny paste of over cooked brown rice and tomato organic soy soup... I am in health heaven. Yesterday's dinner was an all time favorite consisting of dark multi grain bread and chunky tomato basil spagetti sauce. Yesterday I was silent and still, today tearful, fearful and at peace, hopefully tomorrow I will have a good ( Read more... )

Damnit. I just now accidently erased my entire journal entry. Even my thoughts are distant from me.

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I don't take no for an answer. I am very stubborn, persistant and faithful. Though I may stumble and make a horrendous mess of things, I do not give up. Only death phases me, and even that has difficulty in the face of my resolve. I don't take a passive stance in life, I am pro-active and am dumb and naive enough to believe when all evidence proves ( Read more... )