The Week from the Black Lagoon

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
The Tempest by W.Shakespeare

Some weeks just suck out loud. The kinds of days when you swerve from lane to lane avoiding wrecks. You alone in your car, singing along to a song you love to your own detriment and the detriment of other people’s ears. This week’s highlights with a stressed set of vocal cords included both Homeward Bound by Simon and Garfunkel and Somebody to Love by Queen. Tonight brought on an earthworm of West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys. Perhaps once I return to the century we find ourselves led through by a trump card I may find music worth my ears and time.

Yeah, the kind of week when you wish for humanity to take a piss up a rope. Then magically, someone comes along and makes your heart warmly humble. Gives you a case of the humilities. A roaring, hair blowing, house flooding giant tsunami of love in your heart. For anyone who wants some. And some folks, too who don’t seem to want any of your kind of love at all. Screw them, not literally of course unless you really want to, they’re getting loved by you irrespective of attitudinal tapeworms.

There’s people in our midst who quietly and with a dignified grace sweep beautifully and lovingly for no apparent reason into your world. They may stay for a week, a month or maybe a few months or a year. They cannot remain a permanent fixture physically in your life, but change you spiritually and create space for you to accept ideas and postulations that contemplation in the past would bring up your lunch.

Imagine with me of a time when cancer finds you and you find it eventually at any stage – doesn’t really matter. Just as the people who come in and out of your life during your cancer journey find you and you find them. Two specific people came into my life recently, each of them so different yet perhaps not so different if you didn’t know what they looked like or what either of them do or did for a living. We measure people by what they do in our culture, rather than the quality of the spirit they bring to our physical world – with a voice that roars quietly in your ears, almost miraculously, when they’re not in your presence. No discussions about why it’s so fucking miraculous that we’re even reading and writing to one another or having heated or gentle discussions together and how unbelievably unlikely it is that we’re here at all…they embody why it’s just so cool to be human.

The first person to find me lost on my own verbose path and take my and pull me gently in a healthier direction, began as a business relationship and grew into a friendship. I am 52 she is a damned fine looking woman in her early 70s with the most piercing green apple eyes I’ve ever seen. I love her as a friend can love a friend when you know how unlikely the friendship but how likely once you dig a layer under the other persons skin and vice versa. She’s gotten me to my current psychologist. My psychologist has had breast cancer, and I’ve met with her twice in seven days and again Monday next week. She along with my green apple wise woman gave me a gift of female co-thinkers to help me through the tunnel I am currently in and not letting me drift into the walls of the tunnel as I find the other side with my speedometer going just a tad slower. No wrecks.

The other signs his email this way:
Peace in peculiar times.
And with this quote:
“While waiting for the other shoe to drop, hop around on the one you’re wearing.”

I find along side the road I’m currently on in my life with cancer, not waste and detritus, but people. Not hitchhikers, but people waving to me and telling me to keep going and not to stop since its rather unnecessary.

The second person has a plan in this life of mine but more on him later. Just know that he’s a cat of many lives and doesn’t stop to lick any wounds. He simply stretches and stretches on with life leaving behind the ugly, the illness, the angry, the negative, and the weight of the past. He’s lighter than air. I hope when I meet him in person I can breath a bit easier knowing that we are not in this journey of ours alone and that other humans in this consciousness came before us to allow free passage of our own loves and lives from one to another and that’s what it’s all about.

Peace out.
Next week should provide for better spiritual happiness and music to tap my foot to the beat of in order to move ahead one more space on the board.

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