Moving Forward Always- Time, You Are Our Friend and Enemy

10.19.19

Hello 10.19.19… how can it be a 9 already…

Time, precious time.
Time never standing still.
Our life on this earth, measured in priceless moments, increments of ticking time…
Time spent, time passing, timing is everything…
Life passing by, always,…
My time, your time, their time, everyone’s time.
Timing is Everything…
Precious time, irreversible forward motion time.
Me,… always… living in a suspended wait and see mode.
One Day at a Time is all I can do…
Some say “time heals”.
For me, “time steals”…
We can’t stop the march of time, and that which it decimates in it’s path.
Look back
No, don’t look back… too painful.
Look forward
No, don’t look “forward”… to “then”, “when”, or “anything”…
Just Be… in The Now, for now…
Simply Be…

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so deep. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like, just living on the surface, gliding along, not processing life on the deep level that I do. Are those that glide along “superficially”, Masters at repressing their deep thoughts?  Are they “Numb Experts”, who’ve mastered the ability to suppress, skillfully not “allowing” themselves to process the depth of their life experiences?
Yes, I suppose this is how most of the world survives… Suppress, Repress, Bury, Deny, Numb Yourself… I haven’t known how one just lives on the “surface”… but I am learning… perhaps numb, and superficial is the trick to survival?

I have always been a deep thinker. I came from a family of deep, analytical thinkers. Educated parents that were always thinking, analyzing, processing, posing questions, learning, researching, wondering, discussing…  From the beginning of time, I was always a thinker, processer of everything and everyone. Always wondering who’s thinking what, about what, because of why. Why this, why that. How come? Why did this happen, why did that happen. Why are we who we are, and where we are, doing what we are? Always why and how come on so many levels.

My world of “why’s” has dramatically changed. I used to analyze everything and everyone Psychologically. Now I analyze everything Medically. Why did all this happen. What really is Happening. What really is happening Inside us? Why. How come. What will happen. When will “it” happen. What will the “it” be? What, what, what; Why, why, why…

For me, so much beauty to see, experience. So much potential everywhere, so much to live for… yet so much sabotage, everywhere, on every level.
Right now, as I write, nature around me is still. Wind is calm, Fires are suppressed. Trees are still and quiet. Fall is coming. The leaves on everything are older, more dried out looking. Thankfully the awful fly season with the horses is passing. The Tortoise is considering Hibernation. He has to a degree hibernated, but then it warms up again, and he comes out. The extremes of temperature has arrived. Warm, too warm during the day. Cool, often too cool at night, when I let the little doggies out to pee last time for the night. The Moon has been bright and big. For whatever reason, the Moon gives me hope, energy, calm, peace and serenity. My “flashlight” from the Heavens, connecting me to “beyond”… The nights always give me a sense all will be ok…

Mornings are beautiful. Hope for a new day. Always hope that things will be calm, no drama. Sadly, I want nothing to have to navigate, micromanage, process, do, be in charge of. No challenges please. I don’t want to be “boss-lady”, but I am. Responsible for too many lives. But I am, and will be until they cross the bridge to the “next level”. Me included. I am responsible for me. I’ve realized am my own caregiver now.

Recently 2 of our little chickens passed. I don’t know why. Earlier in the week, we found 1 dead in the Chicken Yard. I felt so sad I didn’t see she was not well. So many not well around here, including me. She passed and I don’t know why. Next her sister passed some time last night or this morning. Our morning “animal caregiver” found her gone. I had put her and her remaining sister in the little chicken house inside the the larger chicken yard the other day, when I saw she was not well. Not sure what is wrong with them. They are little grey Bantams, given to me in 2016 by a neighbor, along with the other 3 larger iridescent black/gold hens. All living creatures can feel illness and pain, but only humans can communicate it in words. We are lucky for that, as domesticated animals rely on their humans for help and relief. So many of our animals are “seniors”. They have a great life, but I dread the responsibility of their old age illnesses, especially the horses, since they are so big…

One day…
these will be the only horses
I will be able to have here
So all is wonderful, yet awful; beautiful, yet tragic; happy yet sad; good yet bad. Weeky I meet new Myeloma patients. Daily I read, hear of treatment successes and failures. Daily is a struggle for so many. I knew this all my life, but I’m realizing now more than ever, that I had a semblance of control in my life as Counselor. I always felt like a healer, like I could impact change, happiness, health, changes in people’s lives. I still do, but I often feel so out of control of everything. But I accept it, I don’t fight it. I get it. Remember my quote: “You can’t control the things you can’t control”… so analyze it, understand it, feel it, deal with it, absorb it, … Then Let It Go… we’re in control of so little… only how we perceive it, process it, and deal with it,…