For all who are willing to embark on the journey ahead – may you always bring back treasure.
you will be given instructions for the journey ahead - in due time you will be given a list of supplies - most you already possess fully equipped, you will walk into the unknown and bring back treasure
I see circling of the birds, gliding and swooping chasing and racing noisily, joyfully, trilling and thrilling, echoing, talking smack with each hard flap. Musical fellows are these winged creatures, and masterful linguists. They put on a show that delights and confounds. Then they line up on a wire to catch their breath, take a humble bow, and in a blink they are gone, with a flutter and a flap as we wave and we clap, calling for more. Bravo! Encore! But they all fly away. Show's over for today.
See everything in life as a gift.
everything in life holds the seeds of beauty ever ready to be scattered and sown waiting to be cracked wide open longing to release the essence of wonder therefore, see everything in your life as fertile ground watered by your tears and dreams ready at any moment to burst into bloom to spread like green vines entwining goodness of every kind to each of your circumstances until your life is a thing of great beauty and your heart spreads kindness and love wherever you go
This is for anyone who has to do hard things (like chemo – or just life). May you have the courage to just show up.
I don't want to go I don't want to go back I don't want to go back there I don't want to go back there ever I don't want to go back there ever again Lord, give me the strength to just show up.
Of course, I showed up. How could I not? My life depends on it.
In December 2022, I was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer. I am currently undergoing chemotherapy. I invite you to sign up for my monthly newsletter to follow my cancer journey.
A poem of hibernation and the offering of winter’s grace.
the moon waits for me at sunrise slowly melting into the sky each morning I don't walk by the oak holds steady around the corner thick arms open wide patiently she waits for the next embrace the fields hold their breath listening for my footfall the birds whistle and chirp my name is in their call but my door remains closed to the world the sun climbs high without seeing my face and like a flower that doesn't bloom until springtime I am offered winter's grace
You speak to me through the blades of grass with sparkling dewdrops like tiny tears holding my sadness in the palm of your hand, absorbing the sorrow in the breast of your broken heart a heart that cries rivers of tears and you wash away the sadness with the waters of your love, holding me in the palm of your hand there is healing in your touch as you bring me back to life and you set me on high and you let me live again
This is especially for everyone grappling with a new medical diagnosis, and for all who love and care for them.
it's a new language I'm learning to speak these medical words in this medical world with these medical people they stick in my throat these unfamiliar terms these foreign ideas that I don't want to speak these words should remain locked in closets or shoved deep under the bed these awful words I dread but speak them I must and face them head on there's no cure in hiding wishing they were gone no, I'm not fluent in this new language I retain only what I need to know and the words still stick in my throat
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