Barb took this picture on leaving for work the other day.
I'm writing this at the end of a very long night of severely worse metastatic pain in my right femur. Sleep wasn't possible, and I was too tired to read or scroll Facebook (which I don't do), or even think.
But I had to be present for the pain, and let it go on as it would (I don't have painkillers).
I wish there were some epiphany connected with this, some great knowing suddenly revealed...but it was just pain, and I had to be here.
But maybe that IS the epiphany, that it's ok to just sit with a hard experience, not trying to distract, or make it go away.
Reminds me of a song I love, Cat Stevens' Sitting.
The night crawls by on turtle feet,
and there's nothing in my brain
except to know that I must meet
and sit here with the pain
that burns within my thinning leg
like a freshly broken bone,
but I know better than to beg
for relief; I'm not alone.
The Lord is with me, and His face
is turned to me in full.
The stars above reflect His grace,
and I can feel the pull,
upward, through the darkling sky,
and I am not afraid to die.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is AFFECTION.
I have affection for my life,
dogs and uke and aeroplanes, too,
and Jesus Christ and my dear wife,
so I guess I will stay true
to the principle of living
every day as best I can,
taking less than I am giving;
that's what it means to be a man
in these days of grinding pain,
my own and that of this great nation,
and so for now I will refrain
from worry 'bout either situation
letting peace and love take wing
in every single song I sing.
Sylvia's not afraid either, 'cause she knows there's ice cream in Heaven.