The Humble Rock Dove

I’m writing this from hospital. I was put in here a good few days ago, maybe close to two weeks. I won’t linger on the details, but I’ve learned enough over the years to say, the doctors aren’t my friends. I’ve made my views extremely clear on this matter over the years so to deliberate on this would be to do anyone who knows of my presence online, a massive injustice. Im looking back over this year, specific events and records taken, by me, and largely for my benefit, and any kindred souls that find them. It’s bothersome, to say the least, that people who aim to have power over me use them (out of context) as anything other than an honest performance from my soul and body. Tonight im running my celestial fingers over the gifts of experience i have had, the rough spells overcome, the challenges faced in my past, that have led me to the elated position that those around me seem to tend to violate, take, and rob me of. It will never happen. My mind, my life, and the catalogue thereof, is sacred, and things like that just don’t disappear at the hands of one ill-equipped to deal with such things in their own life, let alone ours.

I love you all, to whom I shall continue to continually pray and share blessings with and toward.

For the sake of the flourishing of life, Amen!