I’m baaaack! So why not celebrate with a song? I prefer Alternative Rock, but for today, I have an oldie on my mind. A nostalgic appreciative tribute, for my friends.
“Let your love fly like a bird on a wing, And let your love bind you to all livin’ things, And let your love shine and you’ll know what I mean, That’s the reason.” ─ The Bellamy Brothers.
Love heals. Good friends sending healing vibes, prayers, and messages heal, too. You all have helped me heal. Thank you for your kind letters, email, and thoughts, these past months. Your encouragement has lifted me more than you will know.
Good, bad and ugly things have happened in the world during my eight month absence. Sigh…
I passed the time concentrating on one goal: healing. Selfish for sure. Not only did I stop working, I ended all my volunteer duties: literacy organizations, mentoring writers and small businesses. I even closed my Facebook account. : )
Today I’ll share some very personal highlights. Which may have notes similar to a country song. You know, like, “My dog ran away, my wife is cheating on me, and my best friend stole my car.” That kind of song.
No disrespect directed at the country music industry. They have a way of writing that stabs into the heart of an issue, wrenching our emotions hither and yon. Add twanging stringed instruments, there you are pulled into the immediacy of the setting.
That’s good writing. We writers want our readers touched, drawn into the world we create. See, I meant it as a serious compliment.
So, after a long dry spell, I am back. Not quite 100%, but moving in that direction.
Spoiler alert, exclamation point police, the following post uses more than my allotment.
Now to my country song, sans music and rhyme:
Verse One – I closed the business, yet numerous details end up taking months to complete. My grandbaby was rushed to the hospital for breathing problems, TWICE! He is okay… And because I’m taking a non-traditional approach to this third bout with endometrial cancer, my family questions my sanity.
“You’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to run.” ─ Kenny Rogers.
Verse Two – The New Year rang in quietly. Like a turtle, slow and steady, I created a routine, gaining strength of mind and body. Then, sad news: my grandmother passed away. Days later, a slight concussion and a rescue cat rabies scare kept me vigilant! Happy to report that neither had permanent penalties.
“Well, I woke up Sunday morning, with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt” ─ Johnny Cash.
Verse Three – I found my healing stride, YESS! As fate tends to deal equality, my heating and air unit quit, Reno, our long-haired tuxedo cat experienced two separate bladder blockages (emergency vet visits!), and my car retired, forever.
“There’s just a little old fashioned karma coming down. Just a little old fashioned justice going round. A little bit of sowing and a little bit of reaping, a little bit of laughing and a little bit of weeping. Just a little old fashioned karma coming down.” ─ Willie Nelson.
Verse Four – Same song, only more. Hawthorne, our tri-colored kitty quit eating, it may be this, or it may be that, still working with vet on what. Another emergency trip for my grandson, and tests, indicating allergies and asthma, for which he’s receiving meds. And then, less than two weeks ago, my mother passed away, after a difficult battle with Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s.
“Life’s a dance you learn as you go. Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow. Don’t worry about what you don’t know. Life’s a dance you learn as you go.” ─ John Michael Montgomery.
We don’t get a practice round at life, but there is comfort along the way. When I started collecting my thoughts for this post, it was about a month ago. Since then, many people across the globe have experienced personal tragedies. But, as I push through pain, and focus forward, it is my hope to encourage others who are hurting. Let’s embrace each other and grow stronger, together.
And keep a song in our hearts…
Till next time,