Almost a Poem

This is what I was inspired to write, when I wad looking out a window, while still abed in the crisp predawn under the toasty warm covers.

And The Lion Shall Lay Down With The Lamb

Early morning light
through the trees
Shows me a pattern of light and leave darkness
It resembles a lamb lying with a lion
The lamb on the left
The lion to the right
Laying flush against each other
Back to back
One eye each facing me
The lamb has its forelegs
Folded yet upthrust
Into the adjacent air
The lion in similar pose
But with velveted paws
I can hear the lion's voice
A low growl tumbling softly
I can feel a sense of peaceful contentment from both; happiness
At the edge of conscious thought
One has fire in its eye - the lamb
The other has fire in its mouth - the lion
What a strange thing with which to wake

(c) KT

Greetings from beyond the Traffic Jam

So this morning started with some poetry writing - see my last post for that. It's surprising that, since I've gone not just gluten free but dairy free as well, I've started writing again. I don't know if it was a brain fog, something to do with how I was feeling behind the glutinous and casein-coated monster that had been holding me in its slimy grip all these years versus how I can feel (am feeling) when I've broken the chains made from methane blown mucus bubbles.

Yeah, metaphor slipping at the end there - only thing I could come up with is milk comes from cows, cows produce methane.

How's that for imagery? Great flipping toads of grandiosity. I'm not ecstatic or anything, but I am happy and enjoying the fact that I can get things done. This is the same happiness that I was feeling during the first five days of vacation back in July. I'm still feeling irritation at appropriate moments (idiot drivers etc.), am able to relax, sleep a full eight hours, have both focused and unfocused periods at work, and so forth. In other words, I'm just as normal as the next person that isn't weighted down by heavy food allergy and intolerance symptoms.

I absolutely despise the fact that I have that niggling worry, the one that questions the state of my neuro-chemical balance whenever I'm feeling happy. There was nothing to the suppositions but it almost always intrudes, though less often as the years go by thank goodness. Self doubt sucks ostrich eggs.

One last thing before wrapping this post up: I've suddenly realized that the problem with blogging intermittently is that I likely get lost in the "noise" of more frequent posters couple with the likelihood that intermittent readers never even see my posts. So those of you out there who have occasionally been catching my infrequent posts - and have either mutely read or posted a comment - thank you.

Good night internets.