no news
Watching, waiting.
Patched up and swollen.
Hoping to discover a "connection".
God is the greatest physician.
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
October 11, 2010 - sadness
I am reluctant to post what follows, for it is not something I like to put out there; it is something painful. I was out late last night visiting a former student in ICU – he is 21 and he is paralyzed from his neck down. He was in a car accident. I do not have the words to describe how gentle and beautiful this child is and I do not understand, for one minute, why. I do know that my perspective on life has shifted, which is why I imagine these sorts of horrors occur – to make us stop and “get it”. I am so grief stricken and laden with sadness, my body hurts as my heart shatters. When I woke Elizabeth up this morning and she turned her head to moan a sleepy moan, I witnessed a blessing from God and as I type this post, I watch my fingers move across a keyboard, there, I witness another. I have become aware that it is all a miracle. Please pray for this child that is lying in bed so terrified and so crippled. And while you are praying, please realize how blessed you are.
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October 11, 2010 more pain
Sleep was difficult last night and work today was difficult. I have just a bit of news - surgery on his neck from 1:30 to 8:30 followed by orthopedic surgery on his femur. No more news than that. I have managed to hold on to some hope, but mostly I continue to be miserable. Thanks for all of the prayers and responses – I know how sincere and well meaning you are, as I am – we are armed and determined with the power of prayer and we are tireless warriors. More tomorrow…
The value of consistent prayer is not that He will hear us, but that we will hear Him.
William McGill
October 3, 2010 - piddle
And so the week end ends…Here, where I am, it was perfect weather and so hard to say good bye to it. I wonder if I would appreciate the week end so much if I did not work. I think so; somehow whether you work or not, the week end says slow down. I spent some of my Saturday “just piddlin”.I delight in the art of piddling; my grandmother was great at it – she piddled well into her 80s. I looked up “piddle” in the dictionary and it said, "to spend time in a wasteful, trifling, or ineffective way; dawdle (often fol. by around): He wasted the day piddling around. "
I so disagree!! It is important to piddle. I think I uncover some of myself when I piddle. I might come across a Lego block from Jon and Will’s childhood or a tiny toy airplane that Matt and Drew forgot in a deep corner of a cabinet or a trail of bobby pins and earrings Elizabeth has left behind and my mind takes me to some moment, a pleasant one, of long ago. Funny, but those long ago moments seem so perfect now, so comforting and soothing. Time does that and this old house that has held our lives for over 25 years is a great place to find those yesterdays.
“What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday…” .
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October 9, 2010 - an artist
My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.
John Lennon
John Lennon
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