random spout

Getting back the brain cells after having them hazed over from medication to ease the pain of surgery is liberating! Feeling like I've been in a very heavy fog for the last four days. I am so not the candidate for drug dependency. I'm too much of a control freak to give it up to a happy pill that leaves me feeling - uh, not so much happy as sleepy and out of it. So I digress. I realized how long its been since I talked about anything of real worth! Like politics. Sadly, I'm way to out of the loop to talk about that. I will prevail! I will watch the world news and suck in as much catastrophic events as one mind can handle and I will report but for now - let us talk of other things. How about - how about - wow. Blank. A mind once reeling with thoughts and ideas is now brimming at the surface with foggy nothingness. That really stinks. Alright, my only real thought is this: the air is finally showing signs of brisk autumn and I couldn't be happier. Seasons. The change of the leaves melting away and falling to the ground while the air takes a turn towards the cool front and gives a much needed break to the rising temperatures burning us all into submission. The sounds of new birds taking flight towards migration or the ocean whispering the calm and scathing howls of winter. It is heaven. This is when I do my most creating ... when I'm free to breathe in the crisp cool air giving new life to a much needed solstice. Offering some mobility and less irritability, encouraging many hot cocoas and lots of sweatshirt-wearing, cuddle-up kind of nights. Words seem to find their way back to me. Perhaps not at this moment, but hey, I already told you I'm coming off of a very strange pain-killer haze so don't hold it against me. All in all, times are changing. Once again. This time, I'm ready and it signifies so much more to me. I really am peeling away one layer only to find something new an exciting and comforting in its own right. I am seeking out my life again and I have it all within my grasp. What a tremendous feeling. I'm holding tight and steadfast because this time, I'm not letting anything slip through my fingertips ... this is my journey and my chance to start again. Really. No metaphor. Just truth.