Cut Them Down

I’m certainly glad I took these pictures of the flowers. The next day after I shot the series, my landlord cut them down. Usually, I’d be the first one to cheer if he’d cut that bush at any other time. It’s big hanging branches make it hard to see the street when I pull out of the yard. But it’s during this time of the yard when everything else is dying; that this big leafy green monstrosity begins to bloom. 

If you read any of my work, you know there’s always going to be a touch of gloom. That’s because I’ve lived and survived enough shit to know better. In business I was called “The Boy Scout”, that’s because I was prepared for every disaster. And believe me rather you’re digging ditches or rewriting system code, somethings going to go wrong. Observation is a key component in finding awareness. Learning when to be quiet and allowing those inner voices to speak id also key. If you hang around me, you know I am anything but quiet. But being around people is a luxury these days, so most of my time is spent in isolation.
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As usual, my body is going through another crisis. The iron levels in my blood are below nothing… quite literally. My body fatigue is getting worst, and my heart has been palpitating a little more than usual. Other than that, I feel fine. After getting the diagnosis from my hematologist at first, I joked about it. Then I got mad about it, and now I’m just accepting it. I feel a little like those blooms on that bush. One minute I’m happy-go-lucky and the next, I’m being cut down. But like Jerry sang, “Every silver lining got a touch of grey”. So I’ll go through this, just like everything else. Because I don’t fear the future, though I’m still chased by the past. For moments are just moments, so live them as best you can.