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!