as noted elsewhere, in surviving mindfulness, one of the challenges of ptsd + mindfulness, is that some days suck. or rather, the day is fine—lovely in fact, like today—79 degrees and flowers and trees in refulgent expression of their beautiful lives.
but me, i, us ...
more ...there's a diner outside Omaha i haven't been to, but i know it's there. that grounds me, that and envisioning the logistics of getting, a secret destination the demons don't know where i can stand down a few, back against the nougehyde corner, weak ...
more ...i settled for a corner booth, good sightlines and two exits. i thumb the menu hoping it opens to sacred text, but treat the dinner options with reverence. i eat today. bless.
thousands of centuries of humanity living day to day, eating when possible ...
more ...my parents had no idea what was coming my way after the robbery; none. it has never seemed blame-worthy, b/c it's not a trait or skill that exists, i would guesstimate, in more than a third of the population. there are ...
more ...and so am i, still.
i take stock, assessing my daily toil.
did i show up to Love today? actually, i did. so i got lucky to be writing this now.
was i kind? yes.
did i feel joy? luckily, yes!
was i decent to my body ...
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