Sunday Morning!
What is there about Sunday? Such peace. I was born on a Sunday. Perhaps I relate to something through that.
Last Sunday, the family gathered for a champagne picnic on Mt. Tam. I learned about geocaching, and through that we found an old car that had fallen off the road and down the steep banks of Mt. Tam. Well, to be honest, I saw pictures. Jeff and Chris made their way down and back up. I sat in a circle of rocks, and then under some trees. What I learned is how much more we see when we are looking for something. We found a little plant that someone had left under a tree with a view of the city, bay and ocean. We might have missed it, and yet there it was, gently tucked.
I had a biopsy on something on my leg a few weeks ago and it did come back cancer though not the "bad kind" I am told, so on May 28 the doctor will cut and stitch. I wish I weren't bothered by that word cancer but I am. I don't know how many times I've written that we used to think cancer was a death sentence and yet here I am. Today I read an article by Michael Pollan in the NY Times called "Some of My Best Friends are Germs." We are an amazing composite, a busy home. We continue to find new ways to think of ourselves more expansively, so now I know there are cancers that are not "bad". I didn't bother asking for a more professional terminology. Do the words really matter?
What it means though is that I have enjoyed a beautifully aware week. What I do is done with consciousness and grace. I am determined to finish my book, and I received my manuscript back from a lovely woman and I say, dear friend, though I've only met her in person twice, but she feels close to me. She loves it and had a few comments, and so I am back in seeing how much each word matters, each space for breath. From Susan,
pageeater, I learned to read each word out loud, and with reverence, and through her, I met Amrita. I met Susan through Jeff, bardcat. We are amazingly connected here, and we are Dear Friends.
I know it is a ridiculous cliche to say to live in this moment as though it is the first and the last, but, really, it is truly so. Blessings to us all!
Last Sunday, the family gathered for a champagne picnic on Mt. Tam. I learned about geocaching, and through that we found an old car that had fallen off the road and down the steep banks of Mt. Tam. Well, to be honest, I saw pictures. Jeff and Chris made their way down and back up. I sat in a circle of rocks, and then under some trees. What I learned is how much more we see when we are looking for something. We found a little plant that someone had left under a tree with a view of the city, bay and ocean. We might have missed it, and yet there it was, gently tucked.
I had a biopsy on something on my leg a few weeks ago and it did come back cancer though not the "bad kind" I am told, so on May 28 the doctor will cut and stitch. I wish I weren't bothered by that word cancer but I am. I don't know how many times I've written that we used to think cancer was a death sentence and yet here I am. Today I read an article by Michael Pollan in the NY Times called "Some of My Best Friends are Germs." We are an amazing composite, a busy home. We continue to find new ways to think of ourselves more expansively, so now I know there are cancers that are not "bad". I didn't bother asking for a more professional terminology. Do the words really matter?
What it means though is that I have enjoyed a beautifully aware week. What I do is done with consciousness and grace. I am determined to finish my book, and I received my manuscript back from a lovely woman and I say, dear friend, though I've only met her in person twice, but she feels close to me. She loves it and had a few comments, and so I am back in seeing how much each word matters, each space for breath. From Susan,
pageeater, I learned to read each word out loud, and with reverence, and through her, I met Amrita. I met Susan through Jeff, bardcat. We are amazingly connected here, and we are Dear Friends. I know it is a ridiculous cliche to say to live in this moment as though it is the first and the last, but, really, it is truly so. Blessings to us all!