Going through some old stuff as I'm packing to move... found this poem I wrote in '08...

Look at Me

You took a look at me

Scanning from my head to feet

Leaving shame 'neath gaze's greet

My breath retained, our eyes then meet

There is nothing but defeat

Are you meaning this conceit?


It was more than just a look you took from me.

My heart is dying as I see pain
What worst could happen happens again
Beautiful soul mired by endless drain
Of selfish souls, siphon without abstain

That bleeding heart who could care less
Of how much there must sacrifice
To save the soul of another's life

Yet friends around all understand
Some undeserved come open hand
Fairly enough, they get a chance
But twice and thrice 'come endless dance

Tis...

Whenever I find myself in the right mood and right frame of mind...

I imagine my brain cells re-firing their signals to reinforce that feeling, the wiring...

Through good times and bad, it helps me stay strong, solid. And sometimes pulls me out of slumps when I remember the feeling.

This cat trapping season has been a long one - I can't remember the last time I actually took off completely for a specified period of time I think I took off a month in - January.

This time I have decided to take off from now until Yule - which will probably be more like the first of next year seeing as the feral clinic will probably be closed for the holidays.

Usually I feel obligated to take on trapping projects in my area because I use traps provided by Hill...

Comedian Ruby Wax suffers from Chronic Depression...

"All I got were a couple of phone calls telling me to 'perk up'..."

" 'Perk up'... hmmm... cause I didn't think of that."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbbML...&feature=g-u-u