So many of you have reached out, asking details, where to send things, what my plans are....
We are finalizing decisions about where to have surgery, in Colorado or here in the Boston area. I should know within a day. I'll be relieved, in a way, when the decision is made, and it's then time to walk through the door (Yikes!). Until I know where I'll have surgery, I wont know what address to give you. Thank you for your patience, I'll update in a day or so.
In the meantime, I read this when I woke up this morning, after a sleepless night, written by Erika Luckett, who once sang at the ST George Concert Series. IT had a soothing effect on me. Maybe it will soothe you too.
is an opening for love?
Frustration, an invitation for patience?
What if every wound
weeps its own balm for healing?
Every question beckons an answer
like rhythm inspires a dancer
to move and express
the thing that has yet to be revealed.
Life generously offers
a steady stream
of uninvited guests,
to shake us
from listless slumber-
the accident, the quiet sorrow, the inconsolable cry for what can’t be solved.
when life breaks in a way unplanned
light shines through the fracture
giving us a chance to understand
the riddle within the mystery?
Our present is our history
until we heal our past.
suffering grows compassion
conflict settles into understanding?
in this ever changing day to day
every trouble that comes our way
is an opportunity
to grow and evolve,
to reveal a new direction,
a truer expression
always closer to perfection...?
to the dear Beloved One.
you and I
the bees and the bear
the stars and the sun
the singular presence
of the Infinite One?
we move beyond
“what” “where” “why” and “how”
and simply ask
“What would Love do now?”