The seas are not calm.

  When one takes themselves on a little emotional roller coaster, they must realize at some point that they need to get off of it. The early morning skies have already clouded over in Salem, VA, in preparation for the oncoming storms.
  For the Native Americans, rain signifies renewal and growth. Rain and spring are a rebirth of sorts but we are well into summer and the rains keep pouring as the storm clouds pile on top of one another. Normally, a phenomenon called orographic lifting would have dried many of these weather systems as they climbed their way up the Appalachian Mountains. Not lately, the ceilings of these weather systems are much higher this year than last.
  They say that depression is living in the past and anxiety is living in the future. I have both mental disabilities. I have lived in the past and the future all at once. For a person like me, we have to choose to live in the present or our fears and exasperation will get the best of us. Until I am given the gift of time travel, I must choose to live in the present.
  As I write, my thoughts drift to my wonderful friend, Logarithm, who deals with some of the same issues I do but on a much grander scale than I can accomplish. I must admit, when she does it, she does it with style. To you, my dear friend, I raise my coffee cup to you this morning in celebration that you have girl balls big enough to show the world what it is like to walk through your mind and opening your life to the worldwide audience. It is inspirational.
  And if I had a Diet Coke, I would raise to to my friend Tangential. I have not spoken with him for awhile and am curious as to how he is getting along. I am comforted in the fact that I am not the only one with very random, abstract thoughts and that we know each other well enough to be able to share them without judgment.
  Dawn has long broken, my friends, and it is time to begin the day.

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