I call to get the form to get a medical excuse from jury duty since the most I can delay is 90 days, and that will not be enough to get me beyond chemo and radiation. After going through the automated phone system, I am told the office is open but there are no staff members available to help. Call back later. There has to be an easier way. I would definitely not be a happy camper jurer in this moment even if I could serve. Ack!
So, the nurse assigned to me by my insurance company sends me an email this morning saying she wants to hear my voice since I am doing so well. I always communicate with her by email as my easy way, and I am usually doing great, and tell her so, and so today, I do call and tell her I am not doing so well, and as we talk, I realize I am tired, just that, tired. I hop up and try and do my regular day, but I am worn out and I need to sleep, so I am going back to bed. Pushing myself right now makes no sense. I need to sleep, and so, I do, with apologies to all of you at work.
Saying I was going to go back to bed, I decided not to, and so, I tackled my desk and the bills. It is fascinating to see my medical bills and all I am tested for. I never could have imagined, and I am grateful to have money to pay my bills. I renewed my car license on-line, the modern world. So, I have shifted, and am now a part of this day, even though Mandu's contribution is to curl into a ball. I am uncurled and looking up and out, honoring my predator eyes that view straight ahead, and my prey eyes that see also to the side.
Good cheer to all, and shifting tides!
This comes from my friend Stefan, president of the Sensory Awareness Foundation.
What a strong, powerful statement by Hanns Dieter Husch, this is!
(Visualize two dots over the "u". I am not computer competent enough to place them there.)
When the soldiers come,
Lure them onto the roof of the dove
Lure them into the nest of the swallow
Lure them into the cave of the lioness
Lure them into the forest of the deer.
Approach them with open hands full of bread, and salt, and fruit,
and wine -
so that they loose they way in the brushwood of your virtues;
so that they get lost in the maze of your friendliness.
Let them be amazed.
Let their generals and presidents be ashamed.
Let their henchman run aground.
Be a lowland of courtesy
Intelligence be your weapon
Patience be your strength
Love be your narrative
Your silence be your victory - so that the governors will wonder.
Hanns Dieter Husch, 1925- 2005
Jeff answered my emergency summons and came by today to help me through the day. I am deeply appreciative of that. I note that the price of stamps is going up January 8th, so if you didn't catch it, it is now two more cents for each piece of mail. I also note how much longer today was. It was still light here, with a lovely pink sky at 5:20. Wow!! Spring has sprung!! Happy jumping into that!