Sunny: you are so sweet! but I am a
wild animal. I cannot run inside. i tried and I'm like a lioness in a cage. Miserable, wrong, no good--I need my mountain.
Update: SO I "ran" up Mt Madonna. My achilles tendons, calves, and hamstrings were strained miserably and I could only jog at probably a 12 minute mile pace straight up, and I had to stop periodically and walk quickly.
I got to the highest peak, and I was listening to Curtis Mayfield. I was listening to Do Wop is Strong in Here when I lifted my arms up into the wind.
I faced the craggy mountains and ocean in the distance, ignoring the city below on the sides. I sat on the highest peak of the Mountain and put my palms up. I prayed, but this time I included myself as part of the inquiry.
I said, "please give me strength to heal. I need to know what to do."
I heard something in my brain. Could have been myself. Could have been the gods. Could have been common sense. Could have been my imagination. Could have been my ancestors.
It said:
"Live. Learn. Listen. Have patience, calm, and serenity."
I said, "Ok but what about Love?"
I heard,
"That is a different lesson." Nothing else.
I felt chocked up and nearly cried, but I understood and felt better. I ran down the mountain with a different sense of self.
My lingering assertion:
who the fuck am I to think I understand life and love???? It is a neverending lesson.
Food has been good, had Cold Stone ice cream, it is almost 8p and have to drive to SC tonight. I feel good, and calm, and serene. Ready for work tommorrow
