spider-bite
Three faceless warriors relaxed and while they were resting I made a window similar to the one in your room. A raised ledge supported a black root. There are no bells. There are no calls for alarm. It is as dark and thunderous clouds begin to form that I realise I am in the path of a storm. Rather inconveniently as ever, it becomes apparent I cannot get out of the way. As for the oncoming swell, I dive in, stay strong and brace for impact. No rash action. A well oiled drill, tuned and perfected over, through and under many waves. The first few times were an absolute trauma accompanied by loud and painful spluttering. My blind management resulted in the losses of balance, awareness and sense of direction. In these moments of near total disorientation I try to remind myself that I will be buoyant and breathing on the other side. I must admit however, a floating wreck represents a major incident and cause for defence on all sides. A three hundred and sixty degree engagement from a strong and cyclic force.
It took the recent news of a friend's year long struggle with anxiety to reaffirm that such circumstances are real to others, as they are real to me. With great sadness, others have described their mental ill-health with words such as torture and torment. People are indeed accompanied by active conditions which, under their own steam seek to control, influence and bully one's living. And though it is not possible to instantly form and apply supporting frames, (group) action at its best, can affect a healing purpose in a rather violent, or at the very least, turbulent world of water. I found land. I built up stocks, built ships and fired back. Now, afloat within this armada du famille, adaptations continue to take place, parallel to one another and reciprocated throughout the group. We are, I hope, resolute and determined to, at the very least respond to the weather with some initiative.
As chief defender of my faith I have to continually respond to the repeated asking of questions. "La formation de tactique" is a solid rebuttal. I have to respond. I am tasked with and required to respond. To do, or die, literally. A general rule of thumb is to wade through any unpleasantness until I find what can be used to form strength. If and when strength is found, to use it as an advantage. It does not always work, but if your movement is forward, the overall conversation would be assessed as positive. One chairs a C.O.B.R.A.-style crisis team, there to deal with situations, silences and solitude. Fractured pieces ensure the cyclic processes can continue. I supposed the goal is to become adept at rebuilding and, through the traffic, become aware of your environment. Any subsequent connection to reality if absolute, is inescapable and may be called for the sake of argument, 'humanity'. Precious glimpses of the truth provide fuel, fire and at a push, salvation. Here in this place 'du mal' the great sickness, something wrong with you becomes something right with you. In the company of dangerous waves and honest in ill-health a monster fights to perform. Befriend the company of spoken tongues, written in words, typed and bound. What you gain in speed, you maintain in orbit.
