Another full moon, the June Full Moon. Last one of spring. Oh, yes, the Strawberry Moon. Look for it tonight. Life spills itself away in full moons to the calling of the owls.
I am a wreck of mortal pain. I slept wrong the night I took the sleeping pill, I guess, and woke up with "a crick in my neck." I was miserable yesterday and will be again today, it seems. I am tilted sideways but the pain does not let up. I am fallen, not even pitiful but something to be avoided. A misshapen being is hideous to all living creatures. There is not even a humor to it. I cry out for help, but there is none. What, I ask myself, if this is permanent? I imagine a series of unsuccessful surgeries before me, me growing frailer with each.
There is little better than unrelenting pain to make one realize what fragile and haughty creatures we are full of hubris and pride (is that two ways of saying the same thing?).
Poor pitiful me.
(run the ending credits)
I know of unrelenting pain.
ReplyDeleteIt made me realise that there is only heaven, no pain, and hell, pain.
I do everything in my power to stay in heaven now...
It also made me realise, no matter who you are, we are all pitiful creatures.
Lucky are the ones who don't realise it yet.
Very cool photo!
XXX
I don't think I will get a glimpse of that moon tonight so I will make due with your lovely photo.
ReplyDeleteThird day of rain, 48 degrees, I'm too stubborn to turn on the furnace (in June!) and all my wood is wet so a fire is out also. The gardens seem happy with it, though.
I sure do miss Warren Zevon.
ReplyDeleteheat...though I prefer the comfort of ice more...yes pain will drive you mad.
ReplyDeleteN, Yes. . . heaven and hell.
ReplyDeleteA, It is 90 and humid here. And the plants are growing wildly.
L, I saw him in concert in the early days. What a coke head he was. No one could move like that. It was surreal.
R, Biofreeze.