When you have Everything Else, Life is an abundant banquet. Nothing Else is good n plenty. There is great joy gathering in fellowship for nourishment.
Gravity defying feats, decompensation and every day events, return me to physical existence. Routine is my companion on the Port Gamble – Talkeetna Trail. Otherwise I come and go. I lose myself in my brain injury.
Routine companionship with solitude can limit social exercise. There is no lack of Truth in Routine Approach. There is a “T” for Trust, an “R” for Respect, and a “U” for Understanding. There is no “K” for Kindness, but I have seen Great Kindness in Truth. I have seen Fulfillment in solitude, too. I have fond memories of you. Would you expect less of Everybody Else?
Stress causes rapid decompensation. I struggle holding my Routine. You would say being Alive is easier. I fall into discontinuities of my own Time. You’d say being Alive is easier. I am fearful I will dissolve into Everything Else. You’d say being Alive leaves No Fear.
All Saints Day is a breather in winter’s rush. Along the Way you occur with me again and travel with me in the Light. I contain costs of being Alive. In the background is Everything Else that is not a thing. I will paint you a picture. This is a True Way.
Your gifts arrive. Thank you. I make my way to the feet of the Eternal. The knowledge of myself is not whole, but I am strong. I bend. And I stand tall enough to see the Blue Sky of Heaven.
