Gratitude-November (3)

Gratitude:
-sweet potato pie and chicken sausage
-sleep
-aloneness. When I thought and wrote the word I thought of it as acceptance of the lone state of existence. Like everyone is alone but we are alone together. Then I did a search and this came up. I really dig it. I think about love all the time. Love is my favorite topic. 1st Corinthians 13 is one of my favorite parts of a book ever.
-for free association drawing and writing
-T (shot) and T. the person.
-catching up with a couple of folk via chat
-my aunt and her laughter. Her laugh is one of my most favorite sounds on the planet.
-myself for being my self. I’m so funny and so serious/unsubtle, sometimes clueless but always honest. As honest with others as I am with myself that is. Sometimes there’s a delay. Honoring where I’m at. Releasing the impossibly high standards I’ve set for myself. Being more realistic. Realizing I didn’t have to take my chemicals seriously today. Just being aware was/is enough. Setting boundaries. The ability to communicate my thoughts, feelings, ideas. Self-acceptance.
-creativity
-organization
-Crystal’s Bluetooth working again.
-the sound of Danny’s shoot em up video game. It’s perfect background noise today.
-my ipad min 4 and kindle voyager. So grateful to have both.
-cleanliness
-agua
-oils. Jojoba and Coconut
-imessage and chomp texting app
-youtube videos for tarot and astrology. In particular today, the timeless readings.
-feeling safe, loved, and an overall sense of well being.

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Feel free to share anything you’re grateful for in the comments below 🙂

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Enough For Now: These Little Brown Hands

Thank you to everyone I’ve been chatting/typing/texting with these past few days. Some people have said to me, but you were doing so well…I’m like, no no. I dropped my last semester in April after we finished shooting our Senior Film. Before that, I was crying every morning and late to classes most everyday. And the physical stuff this year: My right arm, from shoulder to wrist were messed up most of winter/and most of Spring, but I looked fine! Yay for all the childhood years of hiding my family traumas and gender identity stuff. Just, yay!
There were days I couldn’t lift my arm at all. One day I couldn’t lift either. My Aunt and her boyfriend were present for that one. And it was scary. I was so sick in early May that I couldn’t eat. It got to a point where I couldn’t even eat/swallow oatmeal without cramping up and being nauseous. I had vertigo for most of March and April. My family in Nor Cal are witnesses. Luckily, my Aunt helped me, by introducing me to a holistic healer she recommended. After the first of several visits I could keep down food and the pain on my right side decreased to a 2 out of 10 on a pain scale, and now it only hurts/aches when I use it too much.
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Traveling this summer has helped. Meeting and bonding with new people, seeing friends in person that I’ve known for years, some for decades, has helped. A few days ago I crashed, which I know is completely understandable. Many did. I am fortunate in that my friend Victoria and by extension her wife Dora, saved my life again. Eternally grateful for them.
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Some people advise me to step back, watch shows, read/listen to books, take walks, get out in nature. I am doing those things. I’ve been doing these things! Even when I wanted to lay on the couch all day earlier this week I didn’t. But I will, if need be, and there’s no shame if you have to, too. Right now, rage is fueling me and the outlet is writing and drawing. And this is about more than this moment. This is childhood stuff, and family stuff, and me betraying myself by being silent in our “no politics” family gatherings these last several months. I have endured because I could not lose any more family and I didn’t want to cause rifts in the family but I can’t do it anymore. At least not right now. And so I’m in SoCal trying to figure out my next move. And that is enough for now.
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I have stepped away from social media in the past and will do so in future. I am seriously considering deleting my Facebook (not deleting myself from actual existence mind you). Right now though, social media platforms are how I connect with many of my people all over the globe. My people in my fandoms, fan art/fan fiction creators, just give me so much life. I can’t give that up at the moment. There are many ways to be and feel isolated and I don’t feel alone/isolated/ at this time. Like I said, I’m fighting an internal battle, like many of us. Winning so far 🙂
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Although, I don’t see good for the collective overall any time soon, I do see creation and good things amongst people every single day. I love the dogs I get to be around every single day. There are things I am grateful for every single day. There are things that make me laugh every single day. There is much love in my life every single day. And I’ve been angry, sad, disappointed, every single day for months.
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This writing is the therapy in place of the therapy that I’ve not been able to access. The waiting lists are long. 2-3 months out. Anyone needing help or in the field knows this though. Everyone I know in those fields are struggling too. I feel you/see you/hear you. Thank you. Thank you for the work you do.
But let me tell you one of the things I think about a lot. One of the things that kept me up for near 42 hours.
The fear of not be able to get/afford my mood stabilizer (because of healthcare “reform”) but the relief that I’d be able to get gun and bullets because I live in these United States. There are no medical people, insurance companies, well wishers, I need to deal with in order to get those items in my little brown hands. For now, my little brown hands can care for me, can keep doing abhyanga massage, keep drawing, keep feeding myself. And I can write and I can type these words.  This is enough for now.

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Left: Yin/Yang Right: I-Ching Hexagram 14 (Abundance) from my perspective. And Hexagram 13 (Fellowship) from yours.