Tuesday, April 30, 2013

What do I think about blogging for creative writing?

I find that I have really enjoyed delving into the unique, or should I say different types of assignments that have raised rarely used thought processes for the blogging exercise.  I did not realize that I would have to actually write so much this semester, on blogger, or in class, but I have truly enjoyed the experience.  I will probably continue to write on blogger just to keep writing as it has brought out some sense of pride in the fact that I can write.   I can write.   Thank you

Sunday, April 28, 2013

O alcohol

What do I owe you, and how much you have quelled my inner wonder?  These questions have been asked and answered by my own mind many a time over the years.

As I lift the near empty piece of aluminum, I wonder when I started to delve myself fully physically and mentally into your embrace. Why do I enjoy your company as much as I do?  And in the same moment I feel  as if you are my greatest enemy.  O alcohol, why must I love you?

The realization that I am a drunk, and that I live in an geological area that is full of drunks, I am without the barrier of most to see the error in the life that I lead.  I have been sober, and I like being sober but I cannot be without something.  Everyone has, NEEDS something.  A vice, and my body has chosen its own.


I just had the thought that NEEDS looks like it shouldn't be a word, are all words as strange looking?

Monday, April 22, 2013

Feeling

Feel

What a weird thing.  This sense is caused by nerves inside your body that send electrical impulses to your brain via the bodies central nervous system.  Feel alerts your body of dangers, of temperatures that are too hot or too cold, of things that are sharp or dull, or minor pains that amount to much larger things.

Feel also alerts a person of the things that the human body seeks.  The soft caress of a loved one, the nurturing comfort of a mothers hug, or the relaxation of that comes with sitting in a cushy chair.

Right now I feel a little cold, but not so much that I will bundle up.  I have been sitting on my office chair for the last hour and I feel my legs tightening up and my butt falling asleep.  I feel the weight of the atmosphere as  it presses down upon my body, reminding me that I am overweight and need to get my ass to the gym.

Feel is as physical as it is emotional.

Remembered conversation

"You understand that you will need to be in intensive rehabilitation sessions to regain your muscle mass, and that you may never walk again" my doctor stated slowly.

"I will heal, and I will regain the use of my leg.  I cannot afford rehab but I will build myself again."  I told my doctor defiantly, laying on my back with my leg raised above me.

"Ryan, you will need to be extra cautious.  This will take years to heal and you cannot rush your recovery." trying to instill some reality into my situation, my doctor looked straight into my eyes as he spoke.  "You are lucky to still have your leg as it is."

"No, I am lucky to have had a great surgeon,without whom I would not have my leg" I said, sitting up as far as I could so he could see the sincerity in my eyes as they started watering.  "I will use my leg again, and I will learn to walk again."  I said, promising to my doctor as much as to myself.