Writing myself through grief. Of mother loss, death, dying, hospice, liquid morphine hourly, and living through it.
I’m featuring this post so it stays at the top and keeps my work easy to find. (That way, when I comment on other people’s work, those “stories” don’t bury my big important serious stuff. After all, I sometimes…
That moment when you say, I’m lonely,
But have to wait for a commercial break for a response.
So, I wrote a whole post in traffic
But in my head
It was about why I’d choose the title for a related post that I didn’t write in full in my head yet.
The title: Confessions of a Recovering Introvert
It’s a new dawn.
I had an acupuncture appointment. I had hugs. I had an energy session with a healer I met on Twitter. (Which is generally — used to be — way too woo woo for me. But it’s all Energy, right? Wave. Particle. Wave. Particle. Depends on who’s doing the looking…
Anyways, you had asked how I’m doing on a soul level, which I was surprised to find turned out to be a really daunting question.
I think my Higher Self is fine. But, the me who has to wake up in the mornings and face the bullshit, that me is faltering.
Suppose an Ancient Healer
came back
(and wasn’t immediately fed to the 24-hour news cycle)
and I had the great good karma to meet Her
and be laid upon by Her Hands
and restored to radiant glowing good health
What then would I do?