Meandering on the trail this evening,
I gaze at my mountain
Off in the distance.
Bathed in the sunset light --
Hues of gold, fuchsia and deep purple.
I stop dead in my tracks
As I notice my mountain
Reflected in the water
At my side --
Hues of gold, fuchsia and deep purple.
In awe, I take it in.
My mountain becomes part of me.
I am inspired by its power
And its beauty --
Hues of gold, fuchsia and deep purple.
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About Me
- Sisyphesse
- Northern California, United States
- Most of the time, I am who I need to be. Most of the time...
The Moniker Sisyphesse
You might recall the myth of Sisyphus, who for eternity had to push a rock up a mountain only to have it roll back again. Although Sisiphus' fate was a punishment and I don't believe I'm being punished, bipolar often feels like pushing that rock up and having it fall down. And bipolar will be with me until I'm gone.
I'm trying to focus on the pushing up, but being reasonable about what to expect. In short, the name is not meant to be negative. Like Sisyphus, I am strong. If I keep pushing that rock up the mountain, I will only get stronger and it will get easier over time. And it will bother me less when it rolls down again because I will be more confident in my ability to push it back up.
"The struggle itself...is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy." - The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus (1942)
I'm trying to focus on the pushing up, but being reasonable about what to expect. In short, the name is not meant to be negative. Like Sisyphus, I am strong. If I keep pushing that rock up the mountain, I will only get stronger and it will get easier over time. And it will bother me less when it rolls down again because I will be more confident in my ability to push it back up.
"The struggle itself...is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy." - The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus (1942)
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On the journey with me (even if they don't know it)
- Seth : My amazing and supportive life partner
- David : 7 year old son
- Ruth : 5 year old daughter
- Dad : the rock who got me through childhood
- Mom : what more can I say, except to note that she's bipolar too
- FIL : father-in-law, checking out of this world due to Alzheimer's
- MIL : mother-in-law, overextending herself trying to care for her husband
- Dr. Shrink Wrap : My formerly wonderful psychiatrist
1 comment:
A mountain, Your mountain, in front of you, beside you, within you.
You are a fortress of gold, fuchsia, and deep purple.
And a lovely poet at that.
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