Apr 2nd, 2011 4:15:43 pm - Subscribe
|in times of serious crazies i tend to throw an entry down on my old friend, Aeonity.
the sparse manic entries that i scribble
i miss writing, i want to write
I recently subjected myself to an ordeal of patience, compassion and enlightenment.
"Be careful what you wish for," or some variation of the proverb.
Enlightenment whooped my ass. Exhausted physically and mentally. Stability has been a day to day, hour to hour mystery.
Anxiety can strike like those expensive military drones. A missile of fast breath, tight chest and confusion.
I think anxiety is a respectable opponent. A dirty weapon, not to be underestimated.
Those peddling fear know the power of anxiety.
Fortunately, though, fear is hollow.
Pushed back by the flame of a pure heart. Shattered by the piercing blow of sharp intellect. Softened by compassion. Defeated with patience. Outwitted by simplicity.
Fear has no place in my life, cast aside with hope. Neither have substance, and I will not cling to either.
I hear: The Cure
April 19th, 2011
|I have the same affliction. This place is my heroine addiction that I thought I kicked ninty years ago.
When times get tough, when my eyes grow weary...
...I reach for the familiarity of it's plain white blogging formats.
Anxiety should be shot from a canon.
I hope you are well, old friend.
May 23rd, 2014
|I visited my aeonity account today. I've missed reading what all my aeonity friends write and all that. It looks like everyone I was friends with on here stopped using it years ago!|