I almost forgot how beautiful the island is in the summertime. It has a smell or fresh ocean air, marsh, and oddly enough sunscreen.
I turned my radio onto great rock and roll and noticed that I was smiling as the wind rushed through my open windows and sunroof.
Ah, Summer is here. Where have I been. Not present. I have been in a shell of pain and doubting myself. I hate the pain, the exhaustion, the waves of sadness that engulfs my being, and stops my creative mind.
It is so like a vortex, it sucks you in, and then it holds you and pulls you down its throat to the bottom of its stomach. Getting out is not easy. Knowing that you are lost in a vortex is almost impossible for you to comprehend.
But sometimes, a smell of something from a happy memory, or thought of an old friend, or even a picture of a familiar place will kindle a spark way inside your being. Wake up it says, get out, return to the true you that you are, not the feeble , weak, sick you.
You must turn on that light again, even though, your body wants that light on, your mind is strong and must turn it off. Happiness, well being are your friends. Don't hide from them. Get outside. be with people, laugh at bad jokes, and enjoy your time as a human being.
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