Be Aware of Your Surroundings Part 2

Happy Sunday to all.
If you read my piece on Be Aware of Your Surroundings you know that the neighborhood in which Campbell and I live was violated by an act of Gun Violence.
If you’ve not read I ask you visit and read that post.
Since then, I’ve had a bit of time to process the events of Friday morning’s shooting. I realized it affected me a little more than I thought.
At first my thoughts were…
“WOW! Did something like that really happen in my neighborhood?”
Then on Friday afternoon my company came, and I had little time to dwell on it.
On Friday evening just about dusk as I walked Campbell I realized I was having an issue I’d need to quickly address.
Each time I heard a car coming down my street, I was cringing or lowering my head. Even though I’ve no memory of
hearing the car drive up before the shots, my mind has connected the sound of a car to the fear of gun fire.
Later as Bobby and I were putting together the mattress set we got for my bed I kept getting upset because the backdoor was open letting in what was a magnificent
Breeze.
I felt exposed. Open to danger. Vulnerable in the worst way.
The worst part? The anger I felt that someone would come into my neighborhood and put all of us at risk for the sake of their vengeful anger.
including us in an issue that involved
none who live here yet we were made part of it.
I felt violated and like saying, “Who the hell are you to come in here and cause this problem? To put all of us
in danger for something we had nothing to do with.” I knew that at that moment could I put my hands around their scrawny little necks I’d have choked them
out. Finally, I was able to vent all I felt and have now begun the process of moving on.
It’s been two days since it happened but I’m still jumping at sounds.
As I’m writing this to you Campbell is making himself more comfortable on the loveseat and I am listening to Fresh Air Weekend on my NPR radio station while I wait for Bobby to return from his walk.
He went out to walk to a convenience store he found near our house. He believes it is located in such a way as to be accessible for us to walk to.
He did not show the route to me when he returned.
But.
He says it is doable.
How wonderful it would be to have a place to walk to again.
Now I am dealing with left-over fear.
Fear of being out somewhere and hearing a similar situation as what happened here unfolding around me.
It was one thing to deal with such a thing from within the confines of familiar surroundings in which I could function.
It’s another to think of facing shots fired while I’m out in the open with my dog.
I fear going out into my yard and encountering part two of whatever issue began the other morning.
I fear Campbell’s being hurt or worse in a situation from which we don’t have time to react.
I know I must over-come this so that if indeed a route to a little store is found Campbell and I can begin to enjoy evening walks again.
It is later in the evening now. Our friend has gone.
He’s returning to his life as a Vender and I to my life as a marketer, self-published author, and blogger.
May there be less distance between us in the future.
With wonderful visits aplenty.
For now, it is time to walk and feed the dog.
Then a glass of wine while King Campbell holds court in his room
He will be petted. He will give and be given love.
We will chat about days gone past, and days to come.
All things are well.
All is well.
All manner of things will be well.
For now, this is Patty who is learning to relax in her world again and King Campbell Super Seeing Eye Dog who tries never to get too flustered saying…
We call upon the 4 guardians.
We are surrounded and protected.
No danger is detected.
May harmony find you blessid be.

3 Card Spread.
7 of Cups.
King of Swords.
5 of Hierophant.
Have a great rest of your day.

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