Profuse gratitudes: Scrawny gumby limbed 14 year old daughters that meld beside you- gently sorting out your hospital head. Giant clammy handed sons ( and a borrowed one) that whisper they love you- when they leave you- after making you hold your stitches for the duration of their visit. Fresh made juices and food, and bread and lasagna and date squares and soup with dumplings. Helen Watler and Judith Schweers and the angelic ones that work with/through you. The Indralayans. Little brothers and (sister in law) with big chocolate bars (and flowers)- and helping nephews with cars. Husbands that kiss super gently and make a mean bed. Pugs that never leave your door jam- and show you what love incarnate looks like. Wendy - my perpendicular room mate and our non-verbal communication through never completely closing drapes. You saw my bum and didnt judge me. The movie Beauty is embarrassing. The gentle clacking of prayer beads. Having a soul that speaks the languages of all creeds -without a single bias, gratefully pulling in blessings. Bodies that show you that you arent the boss- you are NOT in control, as they help you get down on your knees while you learn the word Surrender.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 18:37:10 +0000
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