Poetic Musings

Hail To A Sun King

A man who scales mountains, and keeps going – proud, is surely a king hidden under a shroud.

For if thus proclaimed, our once hunger would slake – while evil residing would tremble and quake.

Though women would pine if he wed and sing woe, whatever he touches grows well as blooms know.

And men call him brother – once neighbor, now friend: when Triumph is finished, begins once again.

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Opposite Extremes

Bachelorette find of a leftover restaurant side salad becomes a bonus forage-find treat for the ravenous.

Having been pushed to the back of the fridge to where its water matrix became full of semi-solid ice particles yields every attempt at quickly munch-consuming results as aching teeth from cold and chills cascading down body.

Overcompensated for now by too-hot ceramic mug placed onto lap – burning – while fork rolls off sproingy noodles as spears too large, hanging fronds of parmesian-covered chicken.

Overall, a “sensational” experience!

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Ebbs And Flows

Our hours are all over the map.

I still have trouble trying to not judge this.

Vestigial remnants of a prior life where fitting in meant you matched everyone else’s schedules still call to me.

Why do I keep feeling that pull – as if I am missing out on something?

Chasing this feeling never got me anywhere.

I find my life in its own right timing

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Our Wolf’s Kindness

As a treat before breakfast today (usually, it is after), I gave our girls chewy, rolled up rawhide replacement treats to keep them busy while I continued getting ready for the day.

While in the bathroom with the door open, I could hear our puppy suddenly high-pitch whining, so I closed the door to protect my ears and nerves, commenting to myself that she had really eaten her treat quickly!

Once I returned to the front room, however, I discovered that she had accidentally flipped her treat outside of her crate. Our wolf was near it, lying down, and had left it there for me to return to our pup, instead if taking advantage and eating it!

I was so surprised and elated at this generosity, I mobbed our wolf with happy praise, pats, hugs, and a kiss on the side of her face – then gave her an extra biscuit.

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Self-Criticism

Anxiety and fear of the unknown resulted yesterday in hind brain’s critic negative judgement trying to warn and nail me to a cross for buying food to eat while on the road after starving from efforts expended in working with clients, and later gluten-free graham crackers to meet my brain’s need for balanced sugar reboit after giving so much of my energy to others.

It is hard to address needs to take care of myself while confronting feelings of financial insecurity.

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May 1st – Recovery Day

Four days in a row of client therapies after another neck adjustment has produced muscle spasm lockdown and fighting over which vertebrae will sublux while I tryto prevent this by outmaneuvering last night’s tension-compression migraine.

Clearly, I need to prioritize shifting from shoulder to neck physical therapy, but at last my shoulder is progressing (woot!), so I must just hold my ground and attain a neutral balance involving, unfirtunately, NOT doing the dishes in this moment.

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Jumping Spiders Are So Cool!

They are so intelligent, we are lucky they are so tiny (nervous laughter). Last I heard, they are reported to be as intelligent as dogs, but if you watch them long enough, their behavior suggests that they may be even smarter.

In sci-fi extrapolations, what woukd it be like to work with and ride one? Calculate speed, jumping distance capabiliry, and their directional shift variability, and these guys fold time and space in quicker than a heart’s beat!

Poetic Musings

The Love I Want

No scammers’ demands to reveal my body after sending me fakes, unseemly and tawdry.

No ghost’s carress, nor fake “I do” – no lies in boredom creating hell I’m put through.

No switching places with specialists designed to manipulate and apply pressure’s vise.

No “careless whispers” that “we’re meant to be” – I just want the truth in which I can believe.

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Simulation

I had woken early in the morning, acknowledging I had not dreamed of him in the night and resolute to not dwell on it.

However, after I fell asleep again, I dreamed I had in my hands his previous university attendance portfolio which showed various classes he had taken and he had accumulated an even greater amount of student loan debt than I have.

He had chosen my same gamble to invest in a future with the goal that someday more than enough money would be earned to comfortably pay the loans back.

Luck and good fortune had favored him, therefore, it could still favor me.

When I dream of him, I am given messages of acceptance and loving inclusion which restore my pride’s status – and I realize just how much circumstances harmed me by this positive contrast to their negativity.

I wake up from these dreams of him with a new option on how I would like to view and feel about everything, knowing that a cherished and beloved peer thinks highly of me – even if only in my imagination.

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How I Am

Just when I gain any recovery, I immediately leap forward again as if I am a participant of a race and cannot stand to get behind expanding from constant learning.

As I clear up leftovers from the past, not only am I prepping to delve into more English training, but also new therapy modalities to add to my clinical abilities.