War Weary

The fortress that guards my soul.
The fortress that guards my soul.

Woke up in the early morning dark feeling exactly that, war weary. The chemo forces and the cancer forces duke it out constantly, all day, all night. There is some ebb and flow to it but it goes on and on and on. They are at each other’s throats right now as I try to maintain equilibrium in the bigger picture.

Keeping the battlefield cordoned off to just the body seems a full time project. They keep tumbling into the mind but I always manage to push them out with some considerable effort. My major fortune is that they will never reach my soul. They may occasionally cause disruption in my mind but that’s as far as they can get. Ooh, I like it. Never verbalized that before.

Looking at the cover of this month’s AARP magazine I spy along the edge of the cover a heading called “Healthy You”. Then under that: “50 Tips To Feel Amazing”. Cool! Feeling amazing is good, the last time I checked. Then under that are four of the tips, one of which is “Prevent Cancer”. Nice tip right? I’ll jump right on that right after I build a better s’more and after I get more out of my oil changes. I like the way they slipped that in there. What am I doing reading that anyway, that’s for old guys.

OK, we got all that stuff figured out, time to move on. Have to photograph a bunch of genuine Camino footgear so I can do their portraits. Have to fix some stuff over at Our Jennifer’s. Have to get ready for a job starting tomorrow. Have to, this is the big one, get ready for the sneak preview of a rough version of Phil’s Camino, the documentary, tonight. I will fill you on that tomorrow, all right?

Take care for now y’all, love every inch of you, Felipe.

3 thoughts on “War Weary”

  1. Oh those nights can be tough. Something about the dark. I do trust the angels are all around, waiting to be called into service. Blessings to you, good pilgrim.

  2. Prayers abounding! And I hope you sleep well this night. The Holy Spirit, with groans too deep for words, interceding for you, guards your soul.

    1. Miss Shell ~ yes, we can’t do all of this on our own. We need to cry out for assistance. Thank you. You buoy me up. Love, Felipe.

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