I am healing from the fall to the sidewalk just across the street from our vardo. Two weeks, and oh so many moments and emotings. I feel the healing take place ... where there was gut-bending pain, there is ache, the bone containing marrow now more sensitive to the cold I wrap her in a wool sock with toe cut off and soothe her. "There, there old friend. I care for you."
The storytellers of times long ago, not so long ago, and tellers now awake to the similar sentences that string together in my mind all come to the Waking. I cry the tears and comfort the painful memories that show up to be acknowledged. The old ones (memories) entwine with the present and tears make a salty bath salve.
If I could, would I be a woman who does not describe herself as 'living with a chronic condition/living with MCS?" Probably, though the experiences are teaching the lessons of care for the self like nothing I could imagine. "If I could be ..." is also the wonderful question and post with delightful comments on my friend Joan Tucker's blog A WILD PATIENCE. Joan lists a long and vivid sort of prayer bead poetry reminiscent of the workshop activity she encourages in her coaching life. Joan is writing wakened poetry that infused with hope and spring-like joy after visiting her blog; just the emotions I would be "if I were an emotion." And if I could be an element of nature ... I would be the morning dew.
Here's just a teaser of the list of "If I could be ..." . Link to read the entire post ... you'll love it!
If I were a gem stone I’d be an emerald
If I were a tree I’d be a maple
If I were a tool I’d be a hammer
If I were a flower I’d be a lady slipper
If I were an element of weather I’d be a spring rain
If I were a musical instrument I’d be an oboe
If I were a color I'd be purple
If I were an emotion I’d be joyful
Another spring inspiration came from my DIY and wild places friend Leslie Richards author of the blog THE OKO BOX. The inspiration Leslie shares is ongoing, as she dishes up a southern simmered kind of funniness and artistry that is Cajun at the bone, and Leslie unlike others. Leslie has recently moved from one rural world to another. She is newly home in her Luck Cottage ... in the town of Luck, North Carolina.
One of her most recent posts included the fabulous photograph now our banner pic here at Vardo For Two. "Inter-species" trees sang their songs to me when I saw them over at The Oko Box... I live that song my heart said. So, between my very long time friend Joan and my newer and no less loving newer friend Leslie, this old gal with the sock on her arm gives THANKS, THANKS, THANKS to the kiss of spring wakenings. Link to Leslie's post about them trees and then stay awhile to visit her blog and read how her new Luck Cottage is becoming home to the Cajun Elfess.