Aug. 25 / 10 The Song Of The Day Is : “Moonshadow” by Cat Stevens, A crow seems to have become a companion of mine. When I make outside to the bench that overlooks the ocean. He/she comes swooping in , lands a few feet away from me and watches. I do give him/her bits of food and I am sure that is why he/she comes around. When I make it down to the beach for a stroll he/she flutters around and the lands a few feet in front of me. As I walk past him he/she flutters around again and lands in front of me again, While I walk he/she ignores the food. A young eagle has also kept me company during my last three sojourns outside. He/she has been in the same spot each time. I stop briefly , about 18 ft. away from him/her and watch him/her watch me. He /she then flies down along the beach. Near where I must walk to return home. This time he/she is at eye level and closer than before. Again I stop for awhile and watch him/her watch me. I stay next to him/her for a good 10 minutes. He/she watches me , preens his/her feathers for a bit then stares at me again. I would like to make it out again today to see if this occurs a fourth time. For some reason, these encounters while being in the presence of the grandeur of the mountains , the vastness and depth of the ocean , bring me peace and humble me. The “meditative solitude” of the moment lets me forget about my ailing body for a moment. There is spirituality in the land , the sea and the earth. Maybe this is a good place to die? Bye for Now See Ya On The Other Side.0645 PDT Something or for some reason I keep living. Is there something left to do? By all accounts and according to “modern medical opinion” I should have been dead long ago. For some reason God? , keeps giving me another day. For the most part , during the day and the night life can be hellish. There are good moments also. I should be grateful for each new day , and for much of the time I am , or I am working towards it. I have to admit that there are times when my body becomes my enemy. I find myself feeling rather than saying to myself “I just can’t take this anymore” while figuratively shaking my fist at the sky. I attribute this “feeling” to the symptoms that I experience from the Cancer and the toxins that the tumours are continually spewing into my body. It is now the start of a new day. Death will just have to kiss my sweet Canadian/ Lithuanian ass for another day.
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