What a week: earthquakes, tsunamis, the first year anniversary of this old goat coming over the mountains, adjusting the clocks for *tinkly music* SPRING and surgery to remove two tumors from my neck.
Am slowly finding my slightly wobbly post-surgery feet and head and all the nooks and crannies of the body in between them. I have learned to move with caution so as not to pull the four inch gash across the base of my throat. Bride of
Frankestein, anyone?
The first few days are really difficult as there seems to be no way to lie which doesn't tug and pull on the wound, and thus throttle me. By Sunday morning, desperation from lack of sleep has me ready to do a two year old kind of emotional meltdown, such is the longing for all my problems to be someone
else's to make better. When there is
noone else around, though, one just has to get on with the job of surviving. Somehow meltdowns need witnesses to be successful.
To celebrate the changing season torrential rain has been pouring down for several days now swelling the little stream which runs through the town to a strong brown serpent. A serpent in a hurry. In some places it bursts its banks to make spreading back yard lakes. The birds are happy.
I sneak small breaks between showers to wander the streets, breathe in great
lungfuls of the fresh moist air . I need to oxygenate my blood which is feeling stale from all the recent infusions of chemistry.
At first I stick really close to
Stinkwater Place but gradually I find my strength returning. I wander further and further, tracking, as always, those light stepping hooved ones who inhabit this space alongside me.
I am amazed at how swiftly the snow retreats, leaving wonderful wet mud and expanses of marsh. The geese are calling in cousins and distant clan members for a great pow wow on the south western edge of town. Snowdrops push up between old leaves on a bank. The earth's resilience wraps all about me.
