Days Of Dumb

If anyone finds my mind, please FedEx it back to me…well, I have to lose it completely first don’t I? Very nearly almost there.

How did I end up with static link on my page, why can’t I access any comments, what made me think writing a blog was worth it? Worth anything?

I’m word-stumbling and that’s weird and scary to me. Being at a loss for words has never been a problem for me…most of my friends have either ear plugs or a piece of cud to put in my mouth so it will do something besides talk, talk, talk.

Wonder how the hell they got that cow to share the cud?

Most days I am not aware of any battle. I’ve been doing this for years and I’m well-trained in guerrilla tactics. Occasionally it does not make a difference. Ya get worn out. Period.
Gratitude is hanging around, wanting to be fed and it will be soon. Gotta find the focus and stamina to find it. Falling over said gratitude does not heal all hurts.

little bits of me
crumbs here/there/everywhere
heart vision blinded by these irritating
little b*stards.
ya don’t go through life
without it happening
at the most inconvenient times…
welcoming this so called opportunity
notice the word ends in unity
perhaps when you fall apart
gathering those crumbs of self
unifies pieces of the spirit searching
for wholeness
a bit of a walkabout
Aboriginal psycho-therapy
primitive but powerful
emptiness means fill ‘er up
pick and choose/keep this/discard that
the song of survival
sung by every human
off key-on key
no importance attached to the keys
singing the song keeps you alive