When Angels Strike…

…Do we strike back?

Tonight I am glad for the wine and that it’s working so well.

I can’t help but feel I am being extra moody today… my usual positive nature isn’t working out so well. I feel like the angels aren’t listening (which I believe in so, tread lightly…Please).

We are supposed to have angels around us, but today I feel alone.
I guess it’s easier to be strong when you feel things are going to work out but today I feel like the underlying support system went on strike without telling me and in doing so, took away my “guarantee”.

Ok, I know there are no guarantees… but when your sense of “everything is going to be ok” feels like the bottom dropped out, it’s an empty and panic inducing feeling.

I guess I have to ride it out, broke, while the angels collect their strike pay. Such a laborer… Such a capitalist… Such an elitist. I guess I can’t help it: Management never did get paid when hourly went on strike.


“Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands,
drive another nail in,
Where’re those Angels when you need them?”

– Tori Amos

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Rainstorms and Rainbows…

…and perfect the perfect light that comes after.

This afternoon there was rain; a proper summer thunderstorm. Round about 8pm, the clouds parted and the sun shone through. Brightly, cleansing. I went outside and I found it, there in the Golden Hour, the rainbow. I often find the rainbow, even if I need sunglasses sometimes to do so because it is so faint and hidden, the filter is needed.

It’s very metaphoric, isn’t it?
That perfect calm after such violence.

There is a lot going in my world – some paralyzing things, emotionally.
I have been dealing with some for a while, and ideally coming out from them, others are new and inevitable. All of it is LIFE. Life happens, and as I always say, life is for the living. That sounds trite and as if it’s an oversimplification, but it’s true… life is meant to be lived and life is for those who are still here, alive after the death… life goes on, for the living.
Life is for the living.

So let’s go live it.
Right?

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