Soul Rehab

The deep tarpit of depression.  Has anyone seen the new Spiderman 3?  Did you see how thick the venom was?  And, it was black, thick as tar, and hard to remove.  Could not have put it better myself.  See there really isn’t anything new under the sun.  How old is that character?  I’m peeking out again; but, now I must find The Abbey…I miss them terribly.  I’ll be back after I find them again.

Okay, maybe they’ll find me.  I have zero geek blood, so I’ll just write here. 

For all the folks having a rough time. Must be that time of year. Finding time is also a challenge. Soul Food is always in my prayers. Pretty bumbed that I missed the ship. I wanted to be on that baby,…ha!,…for real. Maybe when some calm comes back we can all stand on deck and let the wind blow our cares out to sea.

I found the seeds, today. Funny, the winter is in the air. If I plant them now, they may wither. I have a long way to go. My soil is hardened and in need of moisture. The fall sedates the life that will rest beneath the snow. Sleeping, sleeping until the warmth of life returns.

I have hung the Abbey’s landscape on the Attic wall. I will attach the seeds to the lace of Her window. If I should ever find the way to fill my grail; I can use the life within to water the seeds. My winters are cold and long. I’m still coming out of sedation. I won’t know what the seed brings until He can unite with the sustenance in the grail. I have a long way to go.