It amazes me how we can walk through the fire looking back at how we used to be strong, or how we hold onto the one we love, and that love can push us forward beyond what we ever imagined……
we not only survive but we build new foundations, because the old framework was never meant to sustain us.
As you may know my wife has had cancer for many years, off and on. She will be on chemo for a very long time. You may not know that she recently had some small tumors show up where they are not supposed to be! So to be truthful it is easy to go down the bitterness road or the fear road, but we decided to go down the trust road. Meaning trusting in God.
You see our faith not only helps us, but becomes a type of a certain foundation. Never assume a person of faith is a nitwit or naïve. You have no idea what they have been through. And my wife and I want nothing to do extremist politics, which is totally off target. I’m speaking of a heart filled with love.
Back to those small tumors……they turned out to be benign! So we didn’t have to walk through the fire this time……and we thank God for that. A small yet important victory.
As I write this, light dances through the window over my shoulder with shadows from the shades and pine trees moving across the wall. I realize I write a lot about these pine trees, and the red maples, oaks and poplar trees, as if there is a strength hidden.
I hold the hawks close to my heart, or it could be, just that one that likes to fly close to me, at eye level. It can see it now in a larger sense that courage takes wing and sometimes leaves a feather as a souvenir of victory. Sharing more than light, and clearly defining my true self.
The sun is now moving a little closer to the horizon, as I squint…..closing the shade.
Well I’m able to take less Tylenol now. I wasn’t able to sit long at my blogging table though. My knees are killing me, and my ankle, the one that was caught in a hole and sent me sprawling, is definitely sprained and hurts like heck.
I’m able to hobble with a walking stick. Other parts hurt too, but the biggest issue is my writing arm. Definitely sprained in the wrist, hand, thumb region. Lots of pain, and I’m wearing a brace. So no I’m not fine, but somewhat better.
And no I’m not looking for sympathy. I’m a writer, so I write.
Fortunately I still have a poem which is taking shape. If you leave messages for me (I love messages by the way) I’ll leave a short response when I’m able, like:
I sure do enjoy writing like this, as you probably know! It is my art, but more than that, it is very much who I am…..as I share pieces of my light. My intention is to encourage both you and I.
Please understand though that when I write of overcoming pain and suffering, it doesn’t mean that I am going through anything at the time. Yes, I write from experience, but I do not write as a therapy.
I simply create, often praying about what I should write. And when I do or sometimes even before I even get to that point, the words just flow through me, in varying degrees. That’s how my poems are created, and how I came up with the term “wordflow”. Maybe you write poetry like that too.
As a side note, I haven’t started on the renovations of my site yet, but I will soon! I want it to reflect more of who I am now.