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Shattered

Is the wave, the water being shattered?

Or is it really the rock that is shattered, bit by bit, over time?

Stone shaped heart

your heart is an agate
clear stone

you have won
sort of
you think

but I am water
I am waves
I will smash you against the other rocks
and wear you down

I am water
I carve you like a laser
you wear my name
carved in your stone shaped heart

it is already written there
on your stone shaped heart
faint, because water wears slowly

water wearing stone
over time

________________________

written in April 2022

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: shattered.

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Marijuana update

https://newsroom.heart.org/news/marijuana-use-linked-with-increased-risk-of-heart-attack-heart-failure

Marijuana is still illegal at the federal level, but some states have legalized it. I agree with legalization but I don’t think of it as benign or safe at all. It’s clear that it can be addictive. A study of teens (with parental consent and where they paid the teens to try to quit for a month) showed that the teens that smoked daily had real trouble stopping, even when quite motivated. The U of WA Pain and Addiction telemedecine said that about half of daily users have “overuse syndrome” and have trouble quitting.

I worked with two people who were trying to quit. The big issues for them in quitting were insomnia and anxiety. Marijuana can suppress both anxiety and help with sleep. However, our brains do not really like that sort of daily interference. The neurons can remove receptors from the cell walls if they are feeling overwhelmed. It is like trying to listen to music with ear plugs. You turn the music up. The drug is the ear plug: when the earplugs are gone, the music is way too loud. We can’t really “turn the music down”, so it is not much fun letting the neurons recover.

With the edibles and THC vs the other one, it’s even more confusing. I had many patients taking edibles or tinctures to sleep. Some said, “Oh, it’s CBD, so it doesn’t make me high. So it is not addictive.” We do not know it that is true. With opioids, people can have opioid overuse syndrome without ever getting high, just from being on pain medicine as directed. And marijuana does not have only CBD and THC. There are over 300 different cannabinoids in the plants, and CBD and THC are just two of them. I have no idea if the edibles and tinctures have the other 298 or more and what they do to the cannibinoid receptors in our brains alone or in combination.

I don’t want to have any overuse syndrome: alcohol, opioids, gambling, marijuana, whatever. I know I can get off caffeine in 24 hours, though it involves an awful headache. I am nearly off coffee now, because my body only likes coffee when I have pneumonia. I quit coffee from 2014 to 2021 and now am quitting again.

The two studies in the article look at people who do not smoke tobacco and who are using marijuana. They are seeing an significant increase in heart disease, heart attacks, sudden death and congestive heart failure. Congestive heart failure is pump failure, where the heart does not pump correctly. This is a major problem, as you might guess.

Be careful out there.

I took the photograph at Fort Worden last week on a day where both the wind and the tide were howling.

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Favorite

I used to have a favorite agate, chalcedony nodule
found on the beaches here, during Covid. Surprising me.
I did not expect anything and only long to find something
to sustain me, just a little. I find a stone shaped heart, agate hard
and not clear. Not chalcedony, murky with impurities.
Yet the stone sustains me and I keep walking.
Even when I see that the impurities are on the outside too.
Camouflage, refusing to be washed clean, refusing change.

That one is lost, back in its’ native mud and sand. Someday
it may be polished clear, but it shrinks as it is tossed
among the other stones. It is running out of time and surface area.
It may not be heart shaped any more. My favorite now is clear,
a rich red with tiny streamers of darker red inside. I carry it with me,
I carry it in my heart. It is more nearly shaped like a heart,
a real heart, then the conventional one that is lost.

Be warned, then, that that one may be on the beaches here.
Or it could be that it has already been picked up
and taken, the finder hoping to wash it clean and see
the clear beauty as the light shines through.
Transparency is rare. I walk a mile of beach to find even one
clear stone. Don’t be fooled by that one: the dirt is embedded.
I won’t say never, but the chances of transparency and love
shrinks as it is worn away by the restless tides
and crashing against all the other rocks.

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Laid bare

My mind and heart talk daily, argue back and forth.
They takes sides on everything and often disagree.
Why is this such a threat to some, what crooked course
makes them hate my inner talk with such intensity?
I thank you for the clarity, discussion and the clues.
The angry bear that attacks you in your sleep.
I see the split and wonder what to do.
The bear protects your heart, hidden deep.
I hug the bear and monsters through bars of steel.
The silly mind thinks feelings are controlled.
Buried and locked away but every day more real.
Under horror, grief and pain lies the gold.
Each must heal the split by going in alone
Invite the bears and monsters of the heart to come back home.

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Stone heart

My mind is done and unsurprised. My heart a stubborn rock.
My heart does not give up: loves where it loves. It doesn’t care
about reality or whether it is derided or mocked.
My mind moves on and kicks my heart, wondering where
this tenacity stems from. My heart is done with tears.
It agrees to new friends and joys in dance.
When my mind says forget, my heart jumps and steers
my body into a warrior fighting stance.
My mind is cynical and laughs and derides my heart.
I let them fight back and forth every day.
I cannot reach an end unless I start
to honor my feelings, the heart must hold sway.
My mind moves on, ignoring what you do.
Yet my stubborn heart remains a friend, strong and true.

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Refusing to yearn

Today I refuse categorically to yearn
I miss stupid things: that you rise early too
still this morning it’s annoying to learn
no one to talk to at the hour of stupid, no you
Impatient with my feelings, I wish you ill
hope you wake and want to whine and moan
hope you wake early and feel over the hill
but have to be quiet and grouse all alone
hope your mind buzzes like a hive of grumpy bees
while you spy on the internet and feel superior
hope you gather more facts piled like logged trees
and wonder why the piles don’t make you merrier
I hope you slowly open and become aware
you think you know everything and nobody cares

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Sol Duc is playing a game alone, capturing her back foot with her front, claws out on both. When she realizes I am watching, she puts her head down and pretends to be asleep. She isn’t asleep, I can tell by the claws and the ear tilt.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: yearn.

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Petty lie

What old deep wound causes you
to hurt me and other friends you’ve had
in past. What terrors hidden in that brew
make you glory in making others sad?
You boast to me of throwing people out
of your life forever, never friend
again. You don’t explain what crimes reroute
your heart to where you never speak again
to him or me. How many people discarded
from your heart and at what interval?
How many “friendships” have you departed?
And yet you boast that others call you spiritual.
“Friends forever,” you said. I wonder why
you tell yourself and me that petty lie.

______________________

Sonnet 8

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gently

I try to be so gentle with you
trauma drama boy

I know just what it’s like
though mine is not the same as yours

you run away, though
again and again

saying that you would never try
to hurt me ever

that is a shut down
really

since you disavow all intention of hurting
you do whatever you want

your attitude is that if I am hurt or sad
it’s my own fault

you take no responsibility for failures
as a friend

trauma drama boy, you run away
once more

and this time
I’ve had enough

This time
I let you go

Beloved bless you and keep you
for the days you have left

sending love
goodbye