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Morning & Evening…
I am a slow riser. I value time to linger, to sip my tea, to listen to the awakening world outside the front door. The other morning, they reported twin fawns were found playing in the mud puddle that forms in the low part of our long driveway. The hummingbirds buzz by intent on a sip of nectar, and the startling rays of sunlight illuminate the haze left over from the night before.
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Aftermath…
When my doctor walked into the room she wrapped me in a hug and said, “So much has happened since I last saw you.” I was undone. She offered me tissues as I wiped the makeup from under my chin, and tried to croak out words to reassure her that I am really fine, just fine. Thirty minutes later, she made several referrals and instructed me to call if I had any further questions. She hugged me again as I left. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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Body language…
A writer I enjoy describes our relationship with our bodies as a friendship, a lifelong relationship of mutual benefit. Our bodies take care of us, by regulating our breathing, handling heart beats, sugar levels, and a million other things we don’t have to worry about. We take care of our bodies by handling nutrition, temperature regulation, and choices around health and safety.
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Re-entry…
So, I went outside and had lunch in the garden across the street. I listened to the birds, smelled the fertile air, and watched the ivy dance as the gentle wind whispered past. I went home early, because I was tired and worn. I went for a walk when I felt stressed out. I made myself a cup of tea.
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Summer’s promise…
Winter is hard in this part of the world. Storms blow through bringing snow and ice. The landscape is stripped bare, the vibrant colors of summer and fall are whisked away leaving a monotone of gray behind. And it lasts a long time…
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Receiving…
I have been humbled by the outpouring of love and support from my family and friends. We enjoyed meals delivered nightly from a small army of cooks from our church. The variety of loving care was breathtaking.
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In the gap…
One of my favorite kids dropped off a card yesterday addressed to Debra the Dragon Slayer… It reminds me that I am not a victim of this situation but an active participant in overcoming this very real adversary.
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One job…
We sipped our wine and picked at our salads. Words can be hard to find when the weight of the moment overwhelms. Together we grieve, and separately we bear our own burdens. Each of us faces our own set of challenges, still we gather for solace and encouragement in this long friendship.
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The view from here…
There is a mountain looming ahead in the near distance, but the path here is level and wide. I feel like there is something I should be doing, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out what it is.
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On my side…
My goal for the evening was to offer her some reassurance that I’m okay, that we will be fine, and that it’s going to be okay. She may be almost thirty, but she is still my little girl. She wasn’t having it.