Had a fall over the last weekend, landed on the eraser end of a pencil and drove it into my temple, a depressed skull fracture but not bad enough for trephine.
Still, it could have been worse. I could have landed on the sharpened point, driven it further in, and Barb would have had a neat picture for Facebook.
It's very hard to write. I hope that passes, but if not, well, it'll be adios.
Que será, será,
whatever will be, will be
it could be fine, or blah,
so I guess we'll see.
There might be another chance,
or maybe it's time to go
with tears and a backwards glance,
I guess soon we'll know.
But if I have to go away
and leave all this in the past,
please let me right now say
that I've had a blast
and count myself richer than any king;
I would not change a thing.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is PERCEPTION.
Perception is a fleeting thing,
not substantive at all,
and to it circumstance may bring
harsh changes, from a fall,
and now my world's an altered place
that spins at a mad tilt,
and I must offer myself grace
and see myself rebuilt
in body, mind, immortal soul,
to find a way ahead,
a road on which I may be whole
and live in hope, not dread,
for the closing of one door
may open many, many more.
That took more than five minutes. Words are hard to catch, fractious squirrels dashing through the shadowed thickets of my mind.
Sylvia prescribes ice cream. Eat enough, and I'll be fine.
Andrew, I have not commented in an ion, but I just have to say, should you leave us here on earth, yours words, sir have been a lifeline for this women who still grieves her missing son - and looks for hope again. Your words and played out life gives me renewed hope in a creator who loves, and sees and knows us inside and out, and yet loves us the same. Thank you, sir. Seriously, thank you. You have mattered - not only to Barb and your precious pups, but to me, and I know so many many more.... Thank you. Look forward to some time in eternity with you. (Oh, and by the way, that eraser trick? Good one, friend. However, not quite sure that's the way to arrange for a brain "do over." ( But, honestly wouldn't THAT be nice sometimes! <3 Take care, Andrew. <3)
ReplyDeleteThank you so very, very much for this...and I am so sorry for that loss, for that pain that never fades. Your words give me hope that I can find a way through, to keep going through the shadow-world of a rather drastic brain reboot, and come into the sunlight once more.
DeleteBlessings and prayers for you!
oh that's a nasty fall. write when you can, rest when you need to. no pressure. it may be hard, but do be kind to yourself, ok?
ReplyDeleteOh, Andrew, I am so sorry about your fall and the new challenges it is causing you. I pray, right now, that God meets you in this and shows you how to continue, whether the spinning & squirrels diminish or you find new strategies to capture those words. You are a writer! I believe you will find a way to continue wrestling for hope through the capturing of words.
ReplyDeleteLove " I must offer myself grace" and "and live in hope, not dread,
ReplyDeletefor the closing of one door may open many, many more."
Keeping you and Barbara in my thoughts and prayers.
May this week be a prolific squirrel catching week. Praying you feel more yourself - no writer should ever be felled by his pen!
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