View from my campsite when I was on Lake Canuilla with sun setting over the Santa Rosa mountains in La Quinta, California. It’s not far from the famed Salton Sea.
Every few weeks I get a regular visitor named Melancholy. At first she slips in ever so subtly until I begin to feel her weight in my body. I used to fight her presence, running from her or doing whatever it took to keep her from taking ahold of me. I didn’t like the way… Continue reading
A lesson I’ve learned from Mr. Lyme is knowing my limits. I’ve been a rebel since my childhood days where I have a propensity to push boundaries as far as I can to see what would happen. Constantly pushing and probing has been the modus operandi of my life — I didn’t know how not… Continue reading
These days I often have dreams of running. I haven’t been able to run for a good while since being knocked down by Mr. Lyme. The last time I ran was the day I crashed hard afterwards and knew something was seriously wrong. The running dreams are usually beautiful. I’m running effortlessly with unlimited energy… Continue reading
…near Newnans lake in Gainesville, Florida.
I didn’t feel so hot when I woke up this morning so I knew I was in for a long day. My acupuncture physician has reminded me even though I’ve turned a major corner in my healing process, that there will always be an occasional bad day due to the nature of the beast. It… Continue reading
The other evening I was sitting at the edge of Newnans lake soaking in what was left of the light. The wind was blowing harder than usual, whipping waves out of the surface. A solitary white Egret came into view, flying into the wind as it tried to cross the lake. For a few seconds… Continue reading
Today was a good day in terms of big little milestones in my ongoing recovery from Lyme disease… I was able to drive around 60-70 miles without any fatigue, very promising for being able to get back on the road in my little camper-home. Also managed to walk nearly a mile this early evening in… Continue reading