Time Out

Taking time to rest, read, reflect this month. Working on my physical and mental health. Trying to find what is right rather than focusing on what isn’t. It’s vital, because something broke inside a while back. Too tired lately to think, let alone write. Even went dry for January, just to prove I can. Gave the liver a break and the soul a readjustment.

The murder of two Brothers, Shawn Yim of Seattle and Leroy Ramos of Decatur, Georgia decimated my safety threshold. Operator Yim’s violent end came just as I began writing an article on transit violence. My grief may seem false considering I never met either man. Yet it is real. We do the same work. Each of us constantly encounter potentially dangerous situations when dealing with an unpredictable public. I am grateful to pull into my driveway each night.

My interaction with passengers has been subdued lately. Very infrequent chats and less friendly than normal. Still, a few kind souls have drawn me out of this hardening shell. Seems some fraction of of humanity refuses me the isolation I seek, urging me to resume being myself. My granddaughter recharges my batteries though, along with my Beloved. It’s just taking longer than usual, but I am healing, again.

I am tired. Constantly. Doc says besides a few glitches I’m medically fine. It’s deeper than any pill or treatment can resolve. Finding the humor within once again will signal my restoration.

Stay tuned. I hope my next post will inspire laughter and fun.

Love, Deke

Down came Portland’s tree,
and with it a part of me.