It Starts With Taking a Bite

I finished off the pint of B&J's Phish Food last night. Unplanned, but satisfactory.  But emotion still riles me.  My stomach is a thunderstorm. I imagine it looks like the Death Star trash compactor, complete with hidden serpent and Luke screaming "3PO!" And the walls are closing in... I am whirling mentally, but I'm also aware, steadfast, and capable. When the waves come, I soon remember that I know how to swim, that I can surf, dive, and tread lightly. These are dark and powerful waters, and the tumult can dizzy and disorient, but I find the surface, and gape my lungs for replenishing sustenance, and clutch the warm spark of resolve in my heart. I am patient for justice. I am patient for love. I dine at this abundant banquet afforded those of grace. I am a warrior, but not whom must slay all dragons and attain the unquestioned throne of divine authority. I am David's slingshot. I am a drop of rain that plummets to the ground with countless others to quell a raging blaze. I do not work alone. But I do work. And my ripple is transformative and compounding. And these elements combine, join hands and hearts, and set entire continents in motion.

Tension Woven Unraveling

TRIPOLARITY: LIVING BIPOLAR·FRIDAY, DECEMBER 22, 2017

Every cell is gathered here, pushing and pulling at each other. There is grip and there is slip. There is consumption, eradication, dissolving. You know it’s there, and it’s here, too. You’ve tied yourself in knots worrying about if you can hold it together or not. Your nerves are frayed, like each failed strand in your grand rope. You can hope. You must cope. Grab hold of the soap and scrub away the nasty.

Isn’t any way to get perfect. That’s just how we’re at. The blood is spilled, it is transferred; stains come out with cold water. But you are twirling. The sheets are wound around you and tether you to the bed. Still your world spins. And you summon thoughts at unique speeds.

There are flaring glares and summoning stares and stolid misunderstanding. But you can sail this sea. You can savor the wind and stay afloat. You can brew the tea of enlightenment. You can find your recipe, and wear stripes with plaid. Everyday, you eat at the table of more knowing. Learn the ways of the masters, and salt their entrees with your own perceptions. Madly we go, but none have to know. When you’re healthiest, you care not what is thought, and you are at peace with the river.