Thursday, August 04, 2005

Mama said there'd be days like this...

I'm trying to get my perspective back in the wake of yet another infection. I'm so frigging dizzy from the antibiotic this morning I can't see straight.

I NEED to find peace, but it's not gonna come from outside of me. That whirlwind is going to keep right on trying to knock me down. I'm climbing into the calm center of the tornado. I'm my own mood ring. What would Buddha do? What would Jesus do? What would Mohammed do? What would Carl Perkins do?

A poem I wrote in 2003 showed up on my website webtracker this morning...


Over the edge and fed up,
I bludgeoned him with my boots--
the same ones that walked me
to Woodstock
then sat glass-encased
with the scent of weed and crushed daisies, his

screams now embedded
with Hendrix howls
into my shrine



Annie said...

Buddha would zone out....JC would turn the other cheek...Mohammed would climb the mountain and Carl Perkins? Well....ole' Carl would put on his blue suede shoes and kick some ass. I hope tomorrow finds you feeling stronger and more at peace.

Pris said...

Hi Annie
I'm all for the blue suade shoes solution. I just freaked since this has been going on for four months and the darn bacteria seem to have a wish to live that defies description. I don't do well on antibiotics at all, so I'll be clinging onto Carl's shoes for these 14 days, using the Woodstock boots if necessary:-), and hope this does it.

Thanks for taking time to comment.

Michael Parker said...

I'd go for the enlightened approach, personally. But that is not meant to be taken that you should shut up and take it. Voice your concerns and issues, most definitely. Then hop up on the chariot and seek higher realms of enlightenment.

p.s. Sorry you are having such a bad day.

Pris said...

Hi Michael
My strategy is building. I use the shoes, then I move into peace:) Seriously, the thing that ultimately gets me through the rough times is to look to the spiritual plane. I don't get there right away, but eventually I do.

tammy said...

I am always thankful that at least I have a pair of shoes. And feet to wear them, and hands to hold them. Easy to say, I know, when I'm not going through what you are going through. I hope your day gets better. And I absolutely love your poem.

Pris said...

Hi Tammy
Thanks...and yes, believe me, I'm grateful for what I have, too. Sometimes, letting off some steam helps, too:-)

keros said...

My best thoughts are with you. Hang in there.

Exes and Ohhhhs- DQ

Pris said...

Hi Diego
Thanks. Fingernails still firmly planted into the edge:-)

azure_erin said...

Darling Pris...

Your words sting to the core of me. I watched my cousin suffer from infections like yours again and again, and it is so hard. I am of the opinion that Jesus would touch you and heal you if he were walking with us now like he did in the time of biblical miracles. Heaven knows your faith and desire are great enough. Your strength inspires me.

Love and kisses from MI...

Pris said...

You are so dear. Thank you for such a caring and empathetic note.

Lyle Daggett said...

Pris, hope you get through the infection and feel much better soon. By all means, fight through it, or flow through it, however it feels best.

Liked the poem. Woodstock -- wow... Have never previously encountered anyone who was actually there (I've known a couple of people who got close but then didn't go for one reason or another). Of course I don't know how literally to take your poem -- poems being what they are -- but I've listened to Hendrix's Star Spangled Banner so many times, and the soaring floating guitar river music he played following it, can't imagine what it must have been like to be there. Even with a day of rain.

Pris said...

Hi Lyle
Thanks for your good wishes!

I'm sorry to mislead with the poem. I'm another one who WANTED to go to Woodstock, but couldn't get there for many reasons. I knew people who went and have watched the documentary of the entire event several times, wishing I'd somehow found a way. The poem grew out of that longing. I did go on the March to Washington (a very different type of thing, of course) where Martin Luther King gave his 'I have a Dream' speech, preceeded by all the folk songs of protest. Now that was a day to remember, too. Not only because of his speech, which mesmerized us all, but because it was the largest gathering I'd seen where , for that time, color seemed to really not to be a divider.

Lee Herrick said...


I will keep you in my thoughts and hope you feel well soon. My arms aren't big, but I squeeze like's a biiiggg fat hug for you



Pris said...

Oh Lee
I feel it!:-) Thank you!