Returning of an old fashion sense of euphoria

Lying down in the same location on my couch, incarcerated by a heavy rainfall & harsh barometric pressure, occurring about the same time of day as a prior such seizure, I saw the identical woman, done as a portrait, I had seen before in a previous attack. In part it seemed very much as Déjà vu, - a sudden reoccurrence of a former temporal lobe outbreak’s manifestation – while also feeling new, very raw, & now, on its own. I was entirely overwhelming for a few gatherings of seconds. Luckily, not even a minute transpired.

And with its passing, an old fashion sense of euphoria returned. In the old days before the advent of the grand mals & pharmaceutical dependence, I would use their pleasing after-affects to spur me on; but in modern times, medication has been eliminating the positive effects. It was nice to have something good come out of the chaos in a way I have always cherished. At the far end, there was the familiar nausea, which was brief.

Later, on my dusk wander about the country road bordering my wooded dwelling with my little dog, I continued to feel the elation – impeccably Joyous!

Thankfully I embrace anything, which favorably progresses my creativity & life. I am graceful to have a full tank of appreciated inspiration, finding it as a kind of consolation prize for surviving yet another seizure.

(Art by Kris Lewis)