The Quack Shack

[Miss Lydia]

Well did you ever get to sleep?

 

[Trimurtisan]

Well did you ever get to sleep?

Hehe, not really. I finally fell asleep around 4, and was back up around 7. Then I didn't realize I was out of coffee till my wife went to work. It might just be a long day.

 

[Miss Lydia]

Yikes no coffee? Hot tea?​

 

[Trimurtisan]

I got some pictures though! I'll be posting them when I get a chance.

Yikes no coffee? Hot tea?​

Good idea! You must have had some coffee already lol.
I'm gonna go raid the cupboard real fast. I know we have local gallberry honey that goes great in a tea.

 

[Miss Lydia]

Okay gallberry honey? Yes many cups of coffee

 

[Trimurtisan]

Okay gallberry honey? Yes many cups of coffee

Indeed! It is one of my favorites. I eat local honey daily for the general health benefits, but when I found the gallberry honey, I quite searching for a good honey. The initial taste is like most commercial honeys, but once it starts to spread across you tongue and the essences start flowing through your sinus, its just delightful. You can smell the flowers and dare I saw the fresh air of the farm. You can taste the flowers too! That might sound a bit strange tasting flowers, but it's just like picking out the essences in wine. Actually when I taste honet I tend to taste it like a new wine. Lol, I'm no wine connoisseur, but I've been to enough testing through my professional experiences to know the process.
Gallberry over orange blossom any day for this fella!
I find reasons (some might call them excuses) to put it on my food!

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[Miss Lydia]

I love honey raw for me. I think sour wood is my favorite although I have never tasted gallberry.

 

[Trimurtisan]

A bit of music for the day, and a story to go with it.
This is A Tribe Called Red!

Alright, a bit of background on me. Although I'm not sure what percentage I am, we have a Lakota Indian heritage. My mother and I have always had a strong appreciation for it, and go to various Pow Wows to celebrate that heritage. As of the last 2 years, my oldest some has joined us, and that boy, he loves the dancing.
That's my mom in the background of the first picture.


When I came out of my last surgery, I was in pretty bad shape physically and mentally. I had such a bad case of agoraphobia I could barley go in my own yard with having a full on anxiety attack. It had such a strong effect on me I still have a difficult time just talking about it. It took a couple of months till I could even check the mail and that still required a walker and my wife to accompany me. Still today I am not a fan of large groups, I have gotten over the fear aspect of it, I just don't like it.

If you do not know what agroaphobia is, there is some information on it here.
https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/agoraphobia/symptoms-causes/syc-20355987

Around this time I was introduced to A Tribe Called Red by my mom. I've always been a big fan of "techno" music, so to have it infused with the tribal American Indian sound I quickly became a big fan. ATCR consist of 3 main artist who are all full blood Indians of various tribes. Listening to their music and hearing their message meant more than just dome DJ looping a chant and calling it tribal. Their messages come from a very real place, and often highlighted oppression. Although I was my owner oppressor, I just found a comfort in their music and felt a deep understanding in my own way.

The look on the little girls face is just priceless!


I don't remember how long after my surgeries it was, but ATCR went on their first tour, and started here in Florida. All of my family had been trying to get me out oh the house for months by this time, but I was still extremely resistant to any form of outside stimuli. I had grown comfortable with my own yard, but anything off the property was out of the question. My mom was very persistent though, and got me to go to see ATCR right here in Orlando at a club I used to work at. She knew how much their music means to me and that I find comfort in it.

It was one of the most terrifying things I've done. Not that there was anything even scary about it, but you couldn't get me to believe that.

Once I finally got in the club, and grabbed the table in the back corner I was able to calm down enough to at least be able to stay. Nobody was able to get behind me, my mom was beside me and ATCR was in front of me. Once the music started I was in a different place. I can't tell you how many time I cried that night, it was such a release though I just chose to embrace it. When your own mind is your worse enemy, it's extremely crippling. That night though was like being released from a prison stint for a crime you didn't commit.


I got to meet one of the guys in the group and told him why I was there, and he brought rest of the artist there to my table so I didn't have to go in the crowd. It was the first time I let a stranger touch me in well over a year, and... It was nice to just feel the touch of a person again.

It still took me a long time to just be comfortable being me, but ATCR had a massive part of getting me there. I'll always be grateful for them. If they look like total goofballs in the pictures, it's because they are.

Thanks for a having a read folks.
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[quackiemama]

That is very touching. Thank you for sharing

 

[Miss Lydia]

I had tears!