Mid-Morning:
Mum’s surgery went very well yesterday. She is recovering more swiftly than even expected, so all is on track. Relieved. Tired. Stressy. Emotional nite.
Mum’s surgery went very well yesterday. She is recovering more swiftly than even expected, so all is on track. Relieved. Tired. Stressy. Emotional nite.
Overwhelmingly challenging to face much of this, having gone through too much hospital horror with my own mother. Dave’s Mum is doing fine, and will undoubtedly recover to run us all ragged with her myriad activities and travels. Having watched my own mother whither and die over the short span of 6 months, has carved a deep chasm of grief in my Spirit- one whose rocky folds, precarious ledges, and expansive promontories I have memorized and befriended. Yet, I am never surprised when an unexpected geyser washes over the landscape. Sometimes memories I thought long dissipated spring forth in welcome tears.
I loathe hospitals, doctors, and medical everything. Flight response in high gear. Sleep is transitory.
Heading home on an afternoon flight tomorrow. Joy of Joys! The furries will be waiting all warm and meowy!
Brigham and Women’s is connected to the Boston Children’s Hospital which is what we walk through from our hotel to get to the adult cardiac care area. Despite the original art by famous children’s illustrators hanging in the halls, the fun neon colored lights suspended from the lobby ceiling, big fish tanks, and the fascinating, hilarious and poignant, enormous perpetual motion installation, it is a terribly heart wrenching place. We stepped outside last eve after dinner for some fresh city air, having been stuffed in these buildings all day (did I say how much I hate the stench of hospitals?), and looking up, we noticed a tower in which the windows had been decorated. Checking it out further, we were dismayed to see that the windows had been drawn on from the inside: big hearts, Christmas trees, snowmen and other fun whimsical child scribble…the windows belonged to children’s hospital rooms, and undoubtedly to kids built far more spirited and courageous than I.
Moving and heart-breaking.
The expanse and diversity of human experience is staggering: the Zillion-fold Expression of the Universe is boundless in Its tragedy and exultation.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy…
Starbucks tea tastes like cardboard.
Evening:
Listening practice.
Listening practice.
No comments:
Post a Comment