Wow. Found an old journal entry not quite finished and never posted... A piece of my raw mind from a few years back:
Two Bunch Palms, Desert Hot Springs |
Dragged into some
much needed R & R
It finally hit me .
The necessity of this vacation.
While floating on my back in the whispering grotto of Two Bunch Palms, a
silence from under water took over my thoughts. The healing waters and floating noodles created a buoyant
bed while I stared up into the blue skies. the wind was seen not heard. Blowing circle of trees, half palm and half pine. Looking one direction confirmed I was
in the desert while the other brought close the neighboring foothills.
As the wind picked up and the storm moved in the wind
drifted lower, hitting the palms in the quivering sun before chilling the water
resting on my legs. The wind
swirled around. Crows hung out in
the palms but the water kept them quiet.
Finally I asked how I could have anger for coming here. I used work as a cover-up for the anger
at my illness that was exacerbated.
I was angry at me but took it out on everyone else. Even though it wasn’t my fault, how
could I get so behind and be so irresponsible with my future? It’s not that, I just don’t like
feeling poor and out of control of my life.
I have more solace at my house but let’s not forget the
feelings from these past three days, the anger and drunkenness to the calmness
and clean. Great times with my nephew
and family.
Breakfast Sunday was good, easy, light variety of
continental plus some eggs and potatoes.
Monday’s was a contrast but also I was sick and didn’t feel like
eating. Still angry, still needing
more of a release.
3 mile walk around compound in robe, flip flops, road runner trail around 7A. breakfast and then spa services at
9. Elia. Hope to never forget Elia. Life changing were those two hours. Water all day and night. Flushing those toxins...
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