Learning ASL is a hoot, because I have to find a new paradigm for humour; the quick and witty comeback doesn't really work when fingerspelling. Jokes have to be planned, and rehearsed, so Barb will find the delivery unambiguous.
The reason for having to learn, though, is getting a bit distressing, physically. Everything just hurts too darn much, and just bending over runs me out of breath real quick.
And I do sometimes think about What Comes Next.
Won't say, "I can hardly wait!" That would be forced.
But a part of me is waiting, a kind of calm curious waiting.
Shakespearean flair for the dramatic,
words attuned to weighty depth;
now they seem so trite, pedantic
when I am running out of breath.
It is all so very simple now,
and why did I not know before
that the only virtue lies in how
you live before that final door
opens to eternal light
and outlined there are God and friends
against a morning sun so bright
in a dawn that never ends.
The wheel has turned, the die is cast,
and I am going home at last.
Music from Mercy Me, with Almost Home.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.