I've been struggling with posting, I sit down and nothing happens. Yesterday my remembrance of my dreams returned, that's a very good sign for me because I get lost, and the emotions I encounter is what keeps me . . . ME! I believe more than anything else in my life without the comfort they provide I would be a different person. They fuel my imagination and my imagination cup runneth over. Man I love it!
Visited work for the first time since my? Damn, what do I call it? Brush with whatever lies beyond. The man that gave me chest compressions was excited to see me up and walking, the last time he seen me I was blue and laying on the cement. Tears formed in his eyes as he gave me a big hug, it was an emotional and beautiful moment.
Listening him describe the exact moments of which I know nothing about was surreal! I continue to hear and understand more and more as I merge back into reality from the opposite of where I have been. I lost several days of life in a way I wish not on anyone. Bits and pieces are slowly filling in, seems I've had an out of body experience and learning about it through the eyes of others. I continue learning, for example I was reviewing paperwork from the second hospital I had an eight day stay in. I had pneumonia in addition to all the other problems. All I can say is it's amazing if I dwell upon the whole scenario, and does not seem real.
I tire of talking about it, but how else do I work through it and return to myself of old, perhaps my dreams returning will do the trick.
I search for humor, but temporarily it eludes me.
I search for wisdom, but am confused.
I search for the strength to carry on.
I search for inner peace to guide me through another chapter.
If in life, there lies a purpose to my journey, I search for that road that will carry me, from here on out.
GOOD NIGHT MY FRIENDS, SWEET DREAMS UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN. GLEN