My Words Remain Unwritten as … Mother Nature Spurs Helios into Action.

The long overdue construction of our new tent & spring cleaning were unavoidable!

rhoda anne young
4 min readMay 7, 2022


How dee all,

It’s been more than a week since I’ve put pen to paper or a single finger on my drunken delinquent keyboard.

This is just how things pan out at the Tangled Teepee.

It’s not for a lack of planning or ideas or writer’s block but, because of Helios’s PTSD and the procrastination it causes in his head.

There are just some things that happen in life … and there’s no way around for me to circumvent them.

I’m gradually learning techniques to allow Helios to implement his own mindfulness. But he is a very stubborn man. He still has a lot of his father’s and past partners abusive voices in his head. And he is still waiting on the delivery of a therapist.

Trying to unwind the entanglement of my own abused brain is difficult enough … but when you have to do the work for two … some other things ultimately fall by the wayside!

I asked for some help from Mother Nature.

She’s never disappointed me yet,

Although her ways are never as tactful as mine. She is blunt and straight to the point.

But it seems to be just the … kick up the butt …. that Helios needs!

Although I’m beginning to get a bit apprehensive about asking!

The last time I asked her for some assistance (when Helios was at the most aggressive stage of his PTSD recall & rage) she sent a willow branch crashing on top of our tent breaking poles in a demonstration of her all mighty strength. That was back in November, when she showed her rage at his actions with Storm Arwen. We survived the night. Terrifying as it was.

And as we opened the tent door next morning, we saw the true degree of her power! Another massive branch (almost a foot in diameter) lay in front of the tent. As if to warn Helios with a “do it again & this is what you get!” after commentary.

Helios paid attention to her warning and the PTSD rage has thus far has not returned.

But, the already Tangled Teepee was a mangled mess!

Too many broken poles to repair! So I sent an S.O.S to our Earth Angles (there another…



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