SOUL MUD: Random Ramblings of my 24/7 Brain

 April 10 th is a difficult day.  I wake with an ache in my heart.    I check in with my brother as I did yesterday and Monday, knowing he is feeling the empty and raw emotion too.    I will check in with mom later in the day to hopefully spare her the pain as long as I can, though I know it never actually leaves her and haunts her every breath.    I honor my dad by recalling my favorite things about him throughout the day as I can tolerate the memories.  For the memories are as sweet as they are bitter in knowing that they are all that I have left of him…memories. 

  I think this entry is best broken into three parts.   In the words of Buzz from Home Alone, “A, 2 and D.”   Part A:   Bathroom Portals, Part 2: Life Right Now and Part D: The Conclusion.   Part A:  Bathroom Portals   A dear friend once told me that bathrooms are portals – portals to other dimensions, realms, or alternate realities.  Fundamentally suggesting a shortcut connecting two separate points in spacetime.  Besides hearing Doc’s voice in my head from Back to the Future, ( “coming face to face with herself thirty years older would put her into shock and she'd simply pass out. Or, the encounter could create a time paradox, the result of which could cause a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the space-time continuum and destroy the entire universe!” ), the idea of portals has always intrigued me.  Traveling faster than the speed of light, or possibly being able to gain insight into the truly magical universe and/or expanding my understanding of energy, my