A few months ago, a friend and fellow poet asked me in so many words if I ever got tired of being so positive…. lifting up others. I said no. Even so, there are times when I yearn for an uplifting embrace from others. Just because. Right now especially.
Right now, I’m grateful for so many and so much. Here are just a few:
– Before, during, and now after my surgery, my husband and soul mate has been my friend, lover, confidante, and companion. John and I have enjoyed the glorious blessing of a legacy relationship. This July, we’ll celebrate 35 years of marriage. At the moment, he’s partnering with me to teach my weekly leadership class at our church until I’m well enough to do so.
– My daughter Quinn, a grad student at Boston U who works full-time while pursuing for her MFA… and sometimes struggles to makes ends meet. As you know, it’s tough out there. Through it all, she embodies what it means to wear your soul on the outside. Shortly after my surgery, she called from Boston; she told me she loved me and that she wanted to send me flowers. But when she did the math the charges for shipping, handling, delivery, and taxes exceeded the cost of the flowers. I told her that she’d already given me flowers; she’d called to express her love.
– A month or so before my surgery, a friend who had been a physician’s assistant reminded me to take good care of myself before, during, and after surgery. Her blessings were many, including four words that have become a kind of poem: rest, heal, recover, discover. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought of her and her blessing.
– To strengthen myself—spiritually, emotionally, and so many other ways, I checked out a few CDs and books from my library; to support one of my favorite independent bookshops, I also bought a few books as part of my Super Enriched Soul Food Diet. These past few days, I’ve sipped and dined on lovely music and words, including Have a Little Faith by Mitch Albom. Like people, books come into our lives for a reason. This little book offered me the gift of reminiscing about one of my old stomping grounds—Detroit, Michigan… and embracing folks whose circumstances may be vastly different than yours, but whose challenges, hopes, and dreams might as well be identical… and witnessing someone struggle with faith until that ember glows strong and vibrant once again.
– There are so many other women and men in my Personal Village who deserve a mention. You’re sure to hear about some of them in upcoming posts. Stay tuned.
For now, thanks for tuning in… and for holding me in your hearts and prayers.
Great blessings of love and joy.
Pass It On!