Seismic Revolt.

Something fights.

It tried keeping me foggy, confused, self-focused, and dependent with pharmaceuticals for pain, depression and anxiety. In the past, it worked.

So I rejected those pharmaceuticals.

It tried inflicting acute, excruciating pain – enough for me to cry out – to remove me from commitments to children and grown-ups. To distract me from others. In the past, it worked.

So I told that pain it had no power over me now.

It tried swelling, blurring, and sticking closed my eyes. Was this to keep me from reading pages of truth and good news? Was this to empower embarrassment and vanity to overshadow my commitments, integrity, or other people’s needs? In the past, it worked.

So I washed my eyes again and again. And again.

And I read through the blur. And I joyfully fulfilled my commitments despite distorted, red and inflamed eyes. And I will continue to do so.

With vigor, with energy, with perseverance.
With overflowing patience.
Complete presence.

And I laugh at how trivial, these attempts to deter me.

Oh, dear designer of distractions: I reject your attempts to divert my vision inward.

Oh, dear author of confusion, pain, discomfort: Do you know how small you are compared to what compels me? You are an ant.

This is not a dare, this is a revolt.