Finding a Piece of Peace

This is a post I started in August, but finished today - November 28, 2016... I am living in a war-zone, but not the kind you think.  The home I live in - my body - has been & is under attack... I am being bombarded with an array of weaponry & tactical assaults that have left me hurting & wounded.  I am confused by changing boundaries, confused as to who & where I actually am.  I try to defend myself, protect myself & use the mournful cry of the loon to help seek assistance in any shape, size or form.  But the nimbus clouds of my confusion are making navigation challenging... The borders of my mind partitioning past, present & future blur into an army of dedicated malignant thoughts.  I shake my head, trying to stop the attack.  My mind is drowning in a sea of uncontrolled, abnormal thoughts.  Despite - or perhaps in spite of - all my work, all my efforts with health, healing, illness, wellness, prevention, maintenance, treatment, remediation, rehabilitation & palliation, I am once again trapped in the tormented trenches of my mind, struggling to find a way back to the surface... 

It is in my moments of awareness that I catch glimpses of my family - feel the unconditional love of my family - & I know I will always be able to find my way home, somehow...

I still find myself physically shaking my head, or rubbing my skull bones trying to "figure " something out...  However, I am finally attending to these signs, and realize when I am caught on the complicated pathway between what once was & what could be...  

This helps me manoeuvre myself back into my body, back to the caring collaborations of now.  With the inspiration & help of family, I am working to protect & uncover & discover a little tiny piece of peace in the nook of my nest of being each day... Take gentle care - I am trying to do the same... S8)