12.30.19 A String of Illness
Illness has been making its way through my house. I have a persistent night cough that I’ve been trying to shake. Flapping on the damp corner has not felt like the best option Friday or today. So, I’ve been trying to heal up. My mother and father have been visiting from Tennessee and they were diagnosed with broncitis and an ear infection, and pneumonia, respectively. Oof!
I’ve missed the corner. I offer cheer from my house in another form. Please say hello to our balloon pancake snow-woman holding a string of hopefulness! Sending thoughts for those who are sick this day. Leaving this here with the hope I’ll be back soon at Little Patuxent. I would love to be able to offer some waves to fly into the new year!…
May the words of poet Mary Oliver in “Starlings of Winter” take us onward in the call of joy:
“…Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.”