Man, we are soggy up here in the Pacific Northwest; it feels like it's going to rain forever. John runs out every dry moment to string more bean trellises then wrings his hands about ever getting seed in the ground. And me - I am listless putty, cajoling myself to stay awake, get up on my feet, rebuild my strength and energy following the successful thyroplasty surgery. I'm alive!!
John says I look like someone tried to saw my head off; a big jagged scar now from ear lobe to past my adam's apple. I'm thinking of good stories to tell about how I got it. Something involving gypsies, a knife fight and a dark alley. ha ha. That's me alright. I'm baaaaad.
I'm still on voice restriction until next week when I see my doctor. I feel so fortunate to have a chance to return to a nearly normal life although time will tell. So much is unknown at this point and the challenge is to stay open to all possibilities. It's a balancing act.
Through all the changes and challenges and ups and downs my journal has been my refuge. The pages I am working on now are about reclaiming my "badness", really my deep passion for all the illusions that make life so rich and juicy. I've always had a thing for rebels, misfits and bohemians; intellectuals and artistes. May I never lose my fire (my love of being alive); that's my deepest desire, to always stay connected to others and to the joys of finding myself in a human form. This life; it's endlessly amazing.
Love to you too. I hope your life amazes you.