I want to share something. But, I’m going through one of these myotonic-dystrophy episodes, where exertion brings on pain and.
Moving is exertion. The days go by, and everything I write seems to suck.
My difficulty writing is part of my MD experience. The highs, and lows, roughly follow my symptoms through the months.
So, this evening, I vaporized Sour Diesel.
Cannabis overcomes the inertia built into my symptom-cycle.
And Sour Diesel begs for music.
I fell asleep to Kaya. Bob Marley’s ode to marijuana and rain.
My windows and doors are open. A storm approaches from California. Sometime tomorrow, we should have our first rain since November.
We are overcast with winter warmth. My two cats, and the neighbor’s, are playing tag in the wind.
Throughout the yard and house.
I woke to the question.
Black Uhuru asks.
Something about this song speaks to me.
The experience of life is framed by contrasting interpretations.
The positive and the negative are both constants.
The choice is where to focus.