See links to previous posts in this series at the bottom of the page. Estelle is in rare form on this early July morning. In fact, any long-time neighbor who might happen to see her standing defiantly on her front porch with hands on her hips as she glares at the Hernandez home next door … More The Recluse (Part V)
Welcome! To my virtual bubble; This special place I’ve worked hard to create. It’s free from all pain and trouble! I sit, I scroll, I click, I sift, new reality I replicate! High-Definition-Photo-Shop-double, A slick profile, the Me I want to be; a duplicate. Perfection that hides all the stubble, Of the imperfect me, and … More Isolation Splendor
Every day new worlds rise! And old worlds fall apart. I am told this is only, a matter of perception. What do you do when your world is taken all apart? Is good attitude, a positive thought of deflection, Able to override calamity? Or mend a tattered heart? Is faith only energy? Form of magic … More Sustaining Joy
Hey Mr. Tecalote’! (lock, load, click!) You are still just a buzzard circling under another name! You can hide behind your acronymic letters: BLM, EPA all day long… But still you are a vulture! Though you are now bigger in number you play the same old game! A scavenger that feeds on the carcasses of … More Hey, Mr. Tecalote’!
Originally posted on Mum C writes:
spectrum.ieee.org Times have turned upside down Although its legs race changeth not Funny How it used its shovel To turn the minds of beings like a reckless farmer tilling land Has bought dizziness for my visual chords II What do you say of this abomination? Where gyms take strength…
This is a hard post for me to write. I don’t like to write about my health. Cyroglobulinemia has stolen a great deal of my life from me but I am determined not to allow it to become my identity. However, February 29th has been set aside as a day to remember those who suffer … More Rare Disease Awareness Day 2/29/16: Cryoglobulinemia and Me
Father, touch me with your Spirit! Stir the stagnant waters of my soul; Lord, I pray, lift me so far above it! On Spirit’s wing, transcendent goal; Help me live beyond mortal limit! In this life and beyond Death’s toll; Here, now, in my eternal minute? Cleanse my lips with a burning coal! Let my … More Testify!
These words I tear from my flesh and bone, Then fashion to set afloat on digital streams; Can you feel them?
Part I: http://www.joyindestructible.com/2016/01/16/the-recluse/ Part II: http://www.joyindestructible.com/2016/01/23/the-recluse-part-ii/ Part III: http://www.joyindestructible.com/2016/01/30/the-recluse-part-iii/ The sound of pouring rain and a crash of thunder startle Estelle from the depths of a familiar, re-occurring dream. Haunted and chilled to the bone, she wraps herself in a blue afghan she picks up from a bedroom chair and tries to peer through the window … More The Recluse (Part IV)
There’s no joy to be found in a side-step with Truth. If you want to destroy love, make sure to tell lies. To thwart peace, you must practice deceit. Hope dies in a self-centered thought. Death solves no problem in life. Death begets death. Life begets Life. Happiness fleeting pursue as a temporary joy, … More At the Heart of Joy