Fi-Fy-Fo-the-afterthot

He invited me over to his abode. Today. In the beautiful afternoon eastern suburbs. Among winding hidden confusing houses and hilly billy sillies. English breakfast over a financial statement poured over sticking up for the grunt that took me off the edge. The lid came off.

"So what took you here?" Wisdom is actually a very simple thing.

I couldn't answer. I had blocked out the pressure points, many many of them some so red and bloody it stung me eyes the other night. Like a shadow of certainty, some light shone into a dark closet removing something lodged inside the iris. The doctor took out the tonsils that had overgrown and it is only the beginning.

I am grateful. For connectedness. For love. I deserve to give to the universe what I deserve to believe to receive.

I looked at the hundred step fold laid before me and took my first dive today. It was cold at first. Confronting to say the very least. Uncomfortable as it was I stood up for myself. Insisted. Resisted. Expected. I did not beg. I was firm. I was open. I was sticking up for me. Like a true man.

I feel good about me now. I feel in control, just that little bit. Even though a new sharp pain on my shoulder blade started to act up.

Tomorrow there's step two to take. I am trusting in the universal truth set outside the tone of biblical allusions. FiFyFo. Trust, I am learning you again.