Be Here Now

3.8.23

The world has shifted under my feet again.  I have been hanging on for dear life.  I don’t know what normal is, maybe it will turn up if I just sit here and wait  .  .  .  I want to go to the desert, but it will never be the same.   I don’t know what I would do there, alone, without my crazy-intrepid companion.  In a month it will be ten years since Scruffy was snatched away, I feel no different today.  Maybe the pain is a little higher in my chest, almost to my throat, rising in a flush to my muzzle.  I am mute. 

I have no solace.  I want to go back, but there is no there there.

I am back in the cold frying pan. Other memories come crashing in: “This is what I have been dealing with”.  And worse. Ya think?   Yeah. 

A perfect, dismal, miserable day of rain.  Tomorrow will be sunny.   Let the world spin under me. There is no way out today.