Docs

 My brother from another mother achieved a doctorate in education.  He was a Vietnam vet who wanted to not only improve himself, he strove to help others.

He had been a preacher and teacher including college level.

He was a healer, counseling troubled souls.

Though he achieved much, he never sought personal fame.  Yet, he could hold his own among the famous.

He always encouraged education, both academically and personally.  Self responsibility was part of his core.

When giving socalled breaks, he expected people to hold their own.  And thereafter they had to do the right thing, to be an example to others.  

Breaks were not handouts.  They were opportunities to learn and share same.

He was a husband, father and was a father figure to many.

To me, he was a big brother.

No matter how low, he would inspire, raise up.

He was Black and American Indian.  I was white and American Indian.  

But what he emphasized was humanity.  

Docs?  What one does with it is the point.

Sleep.

 I remember Physiological Psychology class.  I was a Clinical Psych major, so it was required.  We covered physical aspects of behavior, sans any speculation.

Lack of sleep can produce actual mental problems.  Disorientation, even delusion can ensue past a point.  Sometimes mental labor can bring exhaustion.  

Dreams play a part.  Their meanings notwithstanding, dreams bring balance and can restore sanity as it were.  That last term isn't very scientific, but it gets the job done -s-.  

Dream study is a field unto its own.  I think I've talked about it at least in passing and will likely do a post at some point.  

I've been helping clear clutter.  It's exhausting.  Picking out stuff is just ugh.  There is a price to pay for everything.  

My advice is to have some kind of order.  No not nwo lol.  Just a system to know where things are.  

So many things drain us.  Some honest, some made to distract.  There has to be time to sleep.

Soldiers have R&R.  So must all of us.

Sleep is often a word used to represent a kind of hypnosis where people are duped and complacent.  Folks retreat like they do with booze, sex, almost anything.  

Inre to that we are awake not woke.

Sleep is restorative.

Be ready.  

Mems.

 As said, moving engenders memories.  

Coming across a drawing, object, pics etc springs a mem.  It might be fleeting or more ingrained.  It could be about anything, both good and bad.

Sometimes things long seemingly forgotten come forth.  Perhaps sporadic, but also specific.  It may fit the moment.  We store a lot.  I believe much of it is available depending on the sitiuation.

It may be code as it were.  Something has a surface meaning and underneath there lies a key to a solution, an answer.  

It could be meaningful to recall people and events, for weal or woe.  One might have the now meet the past.  

Circumstances bring one's mistakes/sins to mind.  Seek forgiveness and don't let it stop you inre doing right/good.  Face everything and do right.

Things happen for a reason.  There are no coincidences.  I believe this.  It is foremost in my life and I think in most others.

What we do with mems is telling.

Loss

 Loss is part of life.  It is individual.  Loss to one might be intense, internal.  It could be external.  Or both.

There is moving involved here.  Deciding what to take, give away, leave has occupied our lives with increasing intensity.  Organized, yes more or less, but still lots of flurry.  Memories frequently insert themselves, slowing us down.  It's good to remember though.  So much family history, for weal and woe.

Essentially it's giving up something for another.  Materially, someone's loss is another's gain.  I've given thought currently about things that can be replaced and things that cannot.  

Old books are harder to replace.  Still, time and patience and hunting turn up surprises.  Movies/tv shows?  Not hard.  Trinkets/bric-a-brac often come and go.  It's the meaning behind them that counts.

Family pics are irreplacable.  I've made copies of Mom and Dad wedding shots.  I plan to copy Polaroids if possible.  The memories are in my mind and I often recall them.  Hey, I remember my 3rd birthday -s-.  

Things are in 3 different places.  Some might be lost.  But stress is levelling off.  

Loss.  I was weighing that word and my life the last few weeks.  I felt drained.  Then this came my way.

A friend on social media lost his wife, dog, house in a fire.  He was forced to a shelter, stripped of resources.

I have lost, but the friend's tragedy was frightening and fast.

People are reaching out to him.  There are no words though for his circumstances.

Prayer.  Holding on.  Love never dies.  Make it happen.  Day at a time.  Up and down.

We'll survive our move.  

Pray for the aforementioned man.

Loss is not lonliness.

Getting through it.