It's too Quiet now...

Why is it that a sadness comes over you as soon as a busy and fun-filled, friend-filled weekend comes to an end? It's ironic...when you are busy having a good time and a full schedule- sometimes you just want a few moments of quiet and alone. Then, as soon as you get that time- when everyone has to leave you because the weekend has come to an end and it's back to your Monday through Friday life- you instantly fall into a stupor. It's almost too quiet and the feeling of being alone is personified.

I cried tonight...I was sad tonight...It wasn't one thing in particular....but a conglomeration of lots of small things that made me expel those tears. It hurt- the way really hot- really stuffy-nosed tears do...the kind that penetrate so deeply that you're unable to catch your breath...

I was hurting tonight... I felt very alone...and of course that led me to feel quite unproductive, which made me feel even worse...isn't that nuts!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAH

I motivated myself with some good, loud tunes...got some important shit done and then grabbed Romel and went for a run to clear my head. It worked...I cleared my head by breathing the cold February air into my lungs...The chill mixed with those hot tears and clouded up my glasses!!! I laughed at that and realized that the cry I had helped and I was quite lucky to have Romel running next to me as a friend and companion...I guess I wasn't that alone after all.

AMAZED

I am - once again- amazed how a single person you never met could be so linked to who you are- could write as if they took the passages straight out of your soul. The world is filled with so many people- but to be lucky enough to find a person out there that "speaks your language" is a rare thing. AMAZED...that is the word...AMAZED and thankful for their existence...

RAIN

I set out late this evening to take Romel for his promised nightly walk...how he looks at me with those big brown eyes...so needy...so wanting for something as simple as a stroll around the block. I find myself enjoying those moments of togetherness more and more, especially on this evening inparticular. There was a strangeness in the weather tonight. A warmth that has been absent far too long it seems. The rain gave us a 15 minute reprieve - just enough to follow our short route- the route we take when I'm running late for work in the morning or feeling tired like tonight. Romel tries to pull me in another direction- as if to say- "I'm not ready yet"- but being understanding of my needs as well, he follows me towards the road that will undoubtedly take us home. He knows me just as I know him...we have a comfort and a friendship that goes deeper than I could ever have imagined in my past life... a life that included Paul and Zoe.

It's after 12:30am and it's still around 6o degrees outside. The warm air blew against my face tonight- it wrapped around me and carried the sound of the windchimes through my ears. The chimes echoed from their dwellings...they played such sweet tunes- tunes that accompanied us as we walked -as I drifted into thought- random thoughts...as light and melodic as the notes that played. The rain began to drip a bit heavier as we rounded the corner to the house...It too was warm and clean and smelled so fresh. I picked up the pace and Romel understood...he began to lead me toward the back gate. It was there that I slakened...I wanted the rain to touch me and I wanted to feel it against my skin. It splashed onto my frames and speckled my vision...It was wonderful.

Romel was right- something as simple as a stroll around the block...what wonders it does-I can't wait till tomorrow!

RECOVERY Wednesday 1/30/08 (trip to VA)

Recovery...Now there's a vague term. Depending on your life- how turbulent it is at the moment or what obstacles you've had to overcome in the past- each of us experiences our own recovery; a healing of the body, soul, mind and heart, whichever one or all, for that matter, might be in need. Different ways, at different times and in different circumstances our recovery begins to take shape. The key- allowing it to follow its course by not hindering the process with a series of mind interruptions and second guesses. WOW...that's easy...YEAH...guess again!!!!

I wish I could admit that I have followed my own advice since it sounds so simple, so clear, but I cannot. I have tossed and turned throughout the night hours and woke to a series of questions tumbling around my brain like clothes in a dryer- forever spinning round and round, over and over like a looping rhythm. I actually become overheated with panic and uncertainty. How can I allow this? Why do I let my mind dictate how my body reacts?

Shortness of breath, pounding heart, upset stomach, sweaty palms, flushed cheeks...the list goes on and on rendering me usless and out of control. Believe me- I've practiced and pondered, meditated , reflected and even prayed on this subject. The results being less than satisfactory at times.

Recovery, for me, will just have to reveal itself in small doses- each a stepping stone to a better understanding of my own life and the lives of people I meet along the way.

My tendencies lean towards all or nothing- taking care of a problem immediately- or becoming incompacitated until I'm able to resolve an issue that has the potential to derail my life's routine. It's very hard for me to deviate from that openly addmittd OCD I have. I like order in my life, calmness and routine but sometimes the unexpected monkey wrench can be quite exciting. It affords me an opportunity to view life through another set of eyes, remove my blinders, step off the path and run through the mud...Yeah...I'll get dirty along the way and may even say "What made me want to do that?" but in the end I have opened up another locked door in my mind. I have added another experience to my list. An experience I can reflect on and share and that may, if I allow it, bring a sense of recovery in ways I never thought possible.

Things do happen for a reason. I believe that fervently. We are put into situations that upset "our version of order" and have us walking a path that is headed North when we could have sworn we were headed South. Just think- maybe we missed something along the way and this 180 degree turn around just happens to be our chance to go back and check it out...

Second chances don't often fall onto our laps...so embrace the one you are given ...even if it seems more like a hinderance than an opportunity. We all may be suprised with the results- with the recovery that will undoubtly came in time