Godlike's Journal

Being in the Land of Enchantment was so wonderful.   Returning to the Great North WET has been a wee bit disappointing.  It is cold and wet here, only about 10 degrees Celsius. It is suppose to snow tonight at the pass.  It is already the 9th of June.

The clouds demand all of the attention for themselves while they steal the sun's light in an effort to add a sense of charm to their dreariness.  The sun cries soft tears that slither through the gray undulating sky blanket and pour constantly upon the bleached skinned inhabitants.

The Sky Wisps glide effortlessly across the ether above us.  They have assembled, in mass, above the trees and mountains, to nourish and encourage the rooted beings to grow.  The Sky Wisps sail towards the mountains and kiss the ice queen.  She giggles and transforms the liquid gifts into glistening gems that float ever so quietly down upon the mountain tops. 

And still, I sit, in my disappointment, lamenting the imprisonment of brother, Solarino.  I hear him sing his bright song, the Sky Wisps can not completely shut out his voice.  "Do not weep for me, brother Mushroom, for I am close and I feel your warmth upon the earth.  Fear not the Sky Wisps, for they do my bidding, nurturing Mother Earth. Go, brother Mushroom, shine your light upon the Earth, smiling awake the beings that cross your path."

Thus, how can I possibly continue to whine? 

It has been good being back with my family.  My daughter and son came to visit me in the hospital.  My heart complained loudly enough for the doctor's to send me there for observation last week.  My son and daughter diligently tried to make me laugh.  They joked and poked fun at death, my potential death.  Laugh, we did.  Our foster son, was not comfortable seeing me with so many medical tubes in my arms and an oxygen hose at my nostrils. He sat quietly, in a chair, bewildered by my own children.  Laughter is good medicine.  I am fine, recovering slowly.