Tuesday, October 9, 2018

An Odyssey of Creativity and Wisdom Day 15


one thousand words daily
Acorns under a tree.  My son was collecting some... to feed the squirrels where he lives. Note: Many large oaks we see were purposely planted by Native Americans, hundreds of years ago, as a food source

Day: 16
patience and the waiting game
             Whenever I am faced with issues and adversity, I revert back to times when I was worse off, in order to deal with the current struggle.  My thought path is usually, “At least… I can remember when… or I am thankful for… blah blah because ya know, things can always be a lot more worse. Remembering the good times as well as the bad ones that were, in my opinion, shittier than the current predicament always has me thankful for just being.  Even while in constant pain, I must admit that I cuss, curse at folks out loud as well as quietly because my take is.. “There is no way that people... are just that damn stupid.”  Then I remember the thing about expectations, which is we cannot expect others to have the same values, morals or expectations as we have.  That would be insane and unrealistic of me.
Another ER visit.


perception of things
            Yesterday, upon waiting for the nurse to discharge me from the ER, after her offering Motrin, a pain reliever which does nothing except make my stomach upset and piss me the fuck off, I forced myself to look on the brighter side of things.  For one, my headache was almost completely gone! So what if I didn’t have the right tools to combat a migraine the next day because for today, I will live J.  Although the ER previously had my medications on record and were able to assist me times before with such pain issues, there was no reason for me to get all bent out of shape over it.  My previous train of thought would be to blame my primary care physician, the healthcare plan or insurance that I’m under, or the laziness and lack of professionalism of the doctor as well as the ER staff.  This time I just said to myself, after I left of course, “I hate Tracy, this ass-backwards small town of a city that I’m currently in, while looking forward to better times and brighter days. 
            I had to rush after I got out of the doctor to pick up my wife to be to also feed her as well as the baby to be.  I called my son to let him know I love him and to encourage him to have the best day possible while trying his very best at everything he decides to do.  Exercising my writing skills, even while a bit drugged up, I was able to write one short article for The Candid Chronicle about Hemp in Wisconsin as well as begin a blog on Trumps Secret Marijuana Committee.  I was afraid, especially with nauseousness from the migraine and the meds that I would be rendered useless. I even thought my pregnant woman might need to drive our big van for me. 
      
I was trying to capture this bee with my phone but...

... it kept doing this cool acrobatic shit.
     



high hopes and aah-hahs
            With patience comes many things such as insight, rewards in knowledge and wisdom.  Wisdom is only gained when lessons are filtered through a proper lens and learning occurs.  I await this child to be born into not just a healthy-loving environment but also into one where it has little wants and needs.  Love is in abundance in this new family of three and although my own family didn’t jump for joy when I mentioned this pregnancy, I am fully aware of the opposition that comes with expectation, judgment as well as lack of understanding, regardless is miracles are involved or not.  I just want my woman to have the best pregnancy ever and to be the happiest she has ever been.  When it comes to my happiness, I’m happy rest assured that she has everything that she wants and needs, especially for this new miracle of life. 
            I say miracle because she was not supposed to be able to have kids.  She had a procedure done.   I truly believe in the divine and in providence, God, Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah, Jesus, whatever you choose to call your Almighty, Higher Power.  I am answering my callings, my God-given talents, and that is an understatement.  When I say that “I am exactly where I am supposed to be,” is difficult to say with everything going on, yet I understand it fully.  I know that there is more for us out there, as our dreams and daily realities remind us of it in hints and blessings.  The smile I get, filled of unconditional love from my woman I love is nuff assurance that I am on the right path and the messages and love I receive from my Higher Power solidifies my faith and exemplifies my wisdom furthermore.
            Just know that no matter where you are in your walk of life right now and how far you have come, that there is always something more to explore, something new to learn and some amazing, positive experience worth sharing with another soul.  Although there are many things we can in no way control, some pain so deep that it is hard to console, things can be done with the right outlook, the right push, the right amount of faith, yes, and mountains can be moved.  I guess I’ll write a poem for you too.

I hear that large sets of wings sometimes fall from the sky
With no attached body or bird and they still don’t know why
Some believe that future generations now lack the magic
Once tragedy hit, striking the wrong nerve
Some feel as if the future is lost to those which do not deserve
As failure is digested along with progress
Where dreams once sprouted fresh
Now are left poisonous seeds of neglect, pollution and regret
For power is presumed by no real earth movers or soul influencers
Tide breakers stand in the waters firm while the man-made storms spin wild
Although it is costly not to notice the violent storms which brew from within
So we blame and banish instead of feed and nourish, we take for granted
The hearts and lives which require as much love as we do
Ain’t shit soft about telling your child you love them or
Playing dolls with your daughter
There’s nothing more ambitious than dancing with children and laughing repetitiously
For their happiness, safety, solitude and artistic attitude turn into our riches, instead
Nations of those have failed, cop out for the dollar and turn into punk bitches
Taking it up the ass with no Vaseline in order for rent to be paid and to “look clean” when
Their hearts and very souls are soiled with filth that even with bleach, cannot be scrubbed
Turning into the monsters they once feared when they were children that cannot be loved
When listening and acting takes just a note, a hug, a taught lesson and a turned jump rope
Oh my oh my, the everlasting seasoning of triumph filled with promise and hope

Resuscitating Hope
10-9-2018