
“Dragon’s Landing”




We can show the world what it needs to see.
Sometimes when I see you speak, it is as if directly to me – and I am struck through my core and reinforced on my quest to be free.
Perhaps indeed we mirror, after all.

Plaster on ceiling.
Possible repost.
Zoom…
“It’s been a grueling road
Nurturing precious load
Of a youngling half drake
Growing wings to partake
I could fly only so high into
Azure-deep beckoning skies
Held earthbound for kit
Who learned how to flit
First in smallest circles –
Now loop de loop tricks
Looking back now years fleeting
Our valiant hearts kept beating
Among foes while protecting
Our dreams feeling neglected
Of wide open viridescent lands
Giving grace to gentler humans
Whereupon once we found
Praised as hallowed ground.”
Sometimes, no matter how much it is greatly needed or wanted, it is better to just even the playing field and restart toward better horizons.

Zoom…
I am confused regarding how to manage my situation.
I can’t discern clearly which priorities to focus upon.
They say “look within for the answers,” but I am too bogged down internally.
Or “give it over to a higher power,” but there is not one that I trust implicitly.
I have an external support team, but each person helps with only a fragment of my “dilemma.”
Ultimately, I am the center; the designer; the full weight-bearer.
I am also being argued with where it is not helpful, which is agitating.
Meanwhile, the disruption of the accident has caught up with me regarding finances.
I have been addressing this by staggering bills, but it feels like my grip is slipping – which has been causing me to panic.
While the insurance companies pressure me in attempts to prematurely discontinue responsibility, I also feel my own instincts trying to ramp me back up into going out to make my own money.
This is how I have primarily functioned until the accident: adrenaline bursts into intensive activity, spurring innovation for my family’s continued survival.
But I can’t currently perform in this way in order to overcome the challenges that I am facing.
My mind and body are unable to comply performance-wise – though spirit is struggling to keep willing.
These “multi-verse” pressures are jumbling up my instinctive impulses and skewing abilities to focus on what I can attend to right now.
Time is running out for my somehow being ready for launching into a new career by end of summer, if not forced to do so sooner.
I had hoped to use this recovery time to also finish my script and Bachelor’s degree while proceeding with the career retraining I am already halfway through.
But external resistances have been countering my worthy attempts.
And survivalism again conscripts.


Makes it difficult to buy food, pay for (or even find and secure) housing – and definitely forces creativity onto the back burner in the struggle for survival.
Discouraged and “down in the dumps,” I’d say…
If I stopped moving long enough and really took stock of my losses, at this point I would just lay down and stop trying.
Somewhere in my support chain, something behind the scenes was not done in time to secure the one credit full session course I petitioned for in order to make progress toward completing my Bachelor’s degree.
I am beginning to work directly on my injured nec, spine , and leg regions.
This time, we will not run.
This time, we’ll fight the lion.
To seek it anew after it never grew is a dicey venture.

Repetition is key to overcoming obstacles while climbing.
Be assured that there will be slides and lost ground in attempting to make progress
But only by persevering will these all eventually be overcome.
As yet, there is just no way to stop nor counter the countless miniscule tremors and sudden redirection diversions within my muscular synapses – which makes doing anything quickly or smoothly a bumbling and frustrating venture!
As yet, I have no solid idea of how I may reenter the workforce at at least comparable rate of pay to that which I worked hard to earn before the accident.
I feel it and sense that part of me, gibbering and wailing in my mind at how the accident has bumped me into the ranks of disability.
If you knew me, perhaps admiration would emerge – and a recognition of how in some essential ways, we are indeed kindred.
I projected the patterns and recognized this zone I am now navigating could be problematic – but the injuries make it harder to weather.
As I walk down the hall to bed, carrying a rare 2:30 am snack of spaghetti and the dogs come join me as I’m calling them, I think to myself that I am entering a new life stage cliche.
And in just a few days, I will turn fifty-three.
Throw the baggage overboard when your boat takes on water, and only count the costs when you reach dry land again.
I wonder who I could have been, but try to focus on who I will become.
The difference between now and then is that I have gained the status of maturity, and I have cultivated knowledge and abilities to self advocate.
Additionally, I have moved away from those toxic situations.
It occurs to me as I move through this latest phase of having been injured that those many times that I was picked on as a child and called “stupid,” or accused of ignoring subject matter, or not responding quick enough to people’s demands – just not immediately gyrating to their puppetry – was because of multiple bouts of experienced head trauma.
But I was inside here all the while, observing, thinking…
And not allowed any room nor encouragement for reemergence.
Sometimes, I wanted to scream.
Other times, I would just lapse into despondent, drawn out silence.
But always, I was just waiting…
Waiting for my time.
Waiting for safety.

Zoom center up to see the lone navigator!
If the rodents are to be live-caught for relocation, first there must be a larger cage available with a mesh lid and bedding waiting, and then each garage storage container must be emptied to ensure that no babies will be left behind without care of their parent(s).



Heading toward the school parking lot, I caught a glimpse of this cutie and thought, “Hey, I want to seeyou!”
To my surprised delight, the fun-lovin’ sweetheart stopped and let me capture some photos!

