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Archive for May, 2011

Sharing the Glory

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature— the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” ~Rachel Carson

This morning I discovered the above quote on WordPress friend Robin’s lovely blog, which expresses exactly how I feel this morning, as I regain strength. Robin’s fabulous Green Man post  is currently featured on Freshly Pressed. Please visit it to see her photography.

And last but not least, a blessing from a friend:  this morning Sharon sent me this photo she took in the Berkshire countryside yesterday.

Photo by Sharon Lips

Hunger

It is the middle of the night, or rather, very early in the morning, and I cannot sleep. Thoughts and flashbacks of my days in the hospital, as well as some physical discomfort, are keeping me awake now.

I find myself thinking about hunger. Because of a medical procedure, I was not allowed to eat while I was in the hospital. From Thursday to Monday I had nothing but water, clear apple juice, and the occasional sip of ginger ale. Finally on Sunday I had some veggie broth; it, too, was clear.

At the time, I was beset with so many other issues that I didn’t miss the food very much. But by Sunday, my growling belly finally got my attention. A nurse urged me to have someone make me a “real” vegetable broth, and bring it in to me on Monday.

The food hunger made me weak and tired, but there were other hungers which were much more noticeable to me at this time.  The hunger for understanding, when diagnoses kept changing, and I was left not-knowing. The hunger for familiar smells, rather than the sickly, disinfectant hospital odor. The hunger for a window, so that I could see the sky, sun, trees (all I could see was a plastic curtain, ceiling, walls, floor). And mostly, the hunger for kind and warm human contact. Fortunately, I was blessed with attentive caregivers. The doctors were kind, and did their best to accommodate my choices, which sometimes ran contrary to theirs.

Upon leaving the hospital, I luxuriated in warm air, fragrant breezes, the colors from the low evening sun, the glow of trees that had flowered while I was sequestered. My husband served me a real meal, which was so intensely flavorful and full of texture that I could only nibble at it, savoring each bite. Friends are appearing, bringing food and love. Tears come to my eyes as I think of those who know how to appease hunger not only with food, but with their care, their warmth, and their willing listening. I am blessed by both blossoms and people. My hunger has been filled with good.

To the Edge and Back Again

I have returned from my days at the hospital. Did not fly away this time, though I perched on the edge.

Kats have nine lives.

No joy in my heart

“I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.” ~ Jessica Dovey
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.