Tuesday put me in a frame of mind that created nausea. Like spinning on a merry-go-round as a child. The change of perception caused through self induced disorientation. Also known as a weird feeling. It could also be described as dread. Perhaps it is being so grounded I could sense the spin of the earth. I was tuned in and connected. That mental scar that makes me numb. A woman approached me in a parking lot. She told me she had just gotten out of the hospital. She explained her food stamps ran out. I stopped her and said you are 3 blocks from the county office. She said my ribs are broken. I thought of Eve. I wanted to tell her no your ribs aren't broken. It was Adam's rib that was broken off to create us. I start thinking about my healed wounds, my needs, my wants. I got to my car and said "God help me". I could see in how many instances I have reasons to be thankful. I continued on with my day. In an odd series of events. I ended up at the college MSJC. I had offered a person a ride to class. MSJC is where I met my cherished friend in a music class. We had to come to Hemet to meet each other. The friend I needed as a child. I met as an adult.
My mind is flooded with memories. I've written and deleted so many things in this post. Not sure what to do with this information. I want to write in a way that makes it useful. Honest but not confused or angry.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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