I am feeling well in the moment. Yay!
This last week has been a rough one, and I am glad to feel the chemo has now moved a bit more through.
I am sad to now be losing my eyebrows and eyelashes and it is what it is. It is one more letting go.
I'm not sure that they ever really did that much, and, perhaps it is more efficient to have more space on my face.
I have two poems this morning. The first one came from the joy of hearing about the two year old's birthday party Jane attended this weekend.
The second was taught to me today by the tree outside my window. It is perhaps harder to follow,and takes some time, but it feels meaningful to me, and so, I place it here, in case it has meaning for you!
A joyful day to all! I just realized that this truly is George Washington's birthday. In the old days, we got the actual days off, February 18th for Lincoln, and February 21st for Washington. Now, they are lumped together into one so we can have a three day weekend, and spend money at holiday sales. It is a most strange world, and so, we must welcome it, and spin in currents I think we can dip an oar in to change, even as we appreciate all that is. You are probably thinking, "Is she nuts? Is she including Bush in that appreciation?" I have never been one much for cartoon characters, except for the Roadrunner and Casper the Friendly Ghost, but if I put Bush in my mind today as a cartoon character, then, I feel so good today, I perhaps, I can even - choke, choke - appreciate him. Clearly, it is time for Tonglen. I might have a ways to go. : ) Savor this glorious day!
Wallabies bounce in me today.
They bound to juice,
crush wallaby fruit,
and jump up and down to make wine.
You’ve never seen wallaby fruit?
Or wallabies juice?
Then, look, into my mind.
the tree now calls me out
asks me to feel what rubs inside
the movement of the leaf -
I reach with my eyes,
with my whole body
across the space
leaning into a trunk
holding me up -
I see what the leaf
may not see
as it waves there
tempting the sun
in a space to stir new rings -
the leaf may not know it is held up by a stalk
it may feel loneliness, and grieve -