So many things fail to interest us, simply because they don’t find in us enough surfaces on which to live, and what we have to do then is to increase the number of planes in our mind, so that a much larger number of themes can find a place in it at the same time.
Ortega y Gasset
May this be so, ever-evolving like our brains, more richly layered, to ground and soar.
"The true essence of humankind is kindness. There are other qualities which come from education or knowledge, but it is essential, if one wishes to be a genuine human being and impart satisfying meaning to one's existence, to have a good heart."
The 14th Dalai Lama
I am not feeling well today. It is cold and softly raining, and I am resting, and napping, and trying to read, but it really is too much for me today, so today, is a day to put a blanket over myself, and know that winter is still here for me. I just realized I missed Groundhog's Day, February 2nd. Well, it seems Groundhog and I agree. Winter is still here. I hope you are standing in Spring!
The poem of this morning evolved to this. I debate putting it here, but, perhaps, it does offer something of my experience, and what I am learning, so I do.
On a Rough Chemo Day
I read of the death of a friend’s friend,
like that, November to February,
and I am caught on points of pain,
as I am given increased chance for life,
which goes through my body,
rapidly growing cells
so I have no hair
and my tongue is sore,
and hands and feet
and organs and bones.
I am given a chance to come back,
to grow new hair, and cells like boats,
to float in this ocean that seems to be me,
and I, it.
Everyday, I am grateful
for the gift of that chance.
I look up at the sky,
the only place to look,
its guidance my hook
and I climb
the stones inside,
the jewels placed there
when I pause,
when I slow,
when I am asked
from January to December,