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In the Name of the Turtle...
On Wednesday, June 19th I paid a visit to the venerable Brother John.
We met in public, in a fast food restaurant. After talking for a while it became evident to one another that we were both harmless, and so we went back to his place, where I met Mary Ellen.
She still has some residual paralysis from stroke she suffered during an untreated Manic Phase a few months ago. But she was in good spirits that day and she seems to be getting around okay. Rumor has it she is getting around Brother John, too. Praise the Turtle!
After meeting Mary Ellen, Brother John and I took our turtles to the beach. We sat on this bizarre concrete staircase that led down into the water like something out of a perfume advertisement. And we talked for a long time about all kinds of Bipolar stuff.
I admit that it was hard for me to feel pulling-in-arms--pulling-in-legs depression: my next stop was to have dinner with an old friend.
But I also planned to visit a sad place in order to exorcize some demons, and I had been keeping the pain very near the surface so that I could get to it.
The height of the beach experience came with the passing of the train. Go Amtrak!
Afterwards I dropped Brother John off at his humble abode. Before I left I presented him with a Thunderbird string tie. The rebirth myth of the thunderbird/phoenix resonates strongly with my own experience of bipolar disorder.
Wear your thunderbird in good health, Brother John.
Sister Leslie
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