The Ride

Up and down. In and out. Peaks and valleys. Ebb and flow.

Yep. It is a ride. Not too often a wild ride, but there are thrills and spills. High and low.

I bring this up because I fear, and feel, the Passion wanning. Maybe because it is hot. Maybe it is because the farm is as close to Autopilot it can fly. We are half way thru the CSA season and feeling tired. I am tired because I have nearly abused myself for three days. Ass was dragin' and I felt wiped, worn out and devoid of energy. Others sure seemed to be in the same boat.

The abuse I am talking about came in the three previous days. See, guilt had creep inside me and the only way I could fight was to put my head down and Work. Work hard and fast. Like a mule in blinders I had narrow vision.

I had to get some energy. Physical speed and power took the place of lackluster, failing passion. Parts and pieces of me are hurting now. Too Much pulling and tearing of weeds. Too Much heavy lifting with my legs, of course, and back and Anger. Bruce Banner was always looking for the Strength. Instead he got the Hulk, and The Hulk, well, HULK SMASH! It was only an old railroad tie and cider block. And, it did relieve some pressure...I smashed it as best I could.

Anyway, as we say down on the Farm,"My neckback shoulder ankletoe wrist hurts".