I HATE having to accept that I'm incapable of fixing some things. I don't know, nor do I much care, if that is misplaced macho or pride or I'm just disillusioned. The fact is, I can't.
I'm not without strength and maybe a little grace, but even these come from seeking the Great Spirit.
I relearn daily to look for the good and praise it. So trite and somewhat cliched, but it works for me. For the last 2 years it's "One Day At A Time" for me.
Thank God the tumor is gone. Thank everything that's HOLY, that there's only a few weeks of radiation left for now. Not making light; you know me better than that.
It sucks that I'm disabled & drug dependent. It's excellent that I'm not a vegebibble. But sometimes I wanna be grumpy...it's old now. I have a right to wallow in the mire!
All of that pales to insignificance if the Divine Ms.Tia is feeling bad...I rage. No No No. I stamp my feet. Not my wife, dammit.
MuchLove (It conquers all)
Funky Dr of Love
Rock On & Keep the FAITH
It is
Blues From the Bottoms