Those Who Do Not Dance

A crippled child

Said, "How shall I dance?"

Let your heart dance

We said.

Then the invalid said:

"How shall I sing?"

Let your heart sing

We said

Then spoke the poor dead thistle,

"But I, how shall I dance?"

Let your heart fly to the wind

We said.

Then God spoke from above

"How shall I descend from the blue?"

Come dance for us here in the light

We said.

All the valley is dancing

Together under the sun,

And the heart of him who joins us not

Is turned to dust, to dust.

Gabriela Mistral

It has been ten days since Vincent had his stroke.  Progress is slow but it is evident.  I know the power of a positive outlook.  I found this poem and it spoke to me somehow.  It reminds me that nothing is set in stone and that anything is possible.  Also we can never be sure what unexpected sources may bring us the very moment that will bring us the influences and experiences we require. 

Blessing to all who have been so generous with your prayers and thoughts.  I truly can feel the energy.  I know that many are praying for us at this time and it has taught me that God comes in so many forms, for I feel the healing warmth from each of you. 

The harder the conflict,

the more glorious the triumph. 

What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly.

- Thomas Paine -

In the Blink of An Eye

Last Saturday was much like any day for me.  I met a good friend I had not seen for some time for lunch and had a nice visit.  Afterwards I went home to work on a baby quilt I am doing and fix supper for Vincent when he arrived home later that day. Lasagna was the food of choice.  We had a quiet dinner enjoying each others company.  He excused himself and promised to return shortly. 

 

When he did arrive back he was complaining of being a bit dizzy and seeing double.  He works long hours and so I thought he was just tired.  He sat next to me and laid his head back.  It did not take long before he was asleep.  I missed his company but I let him sleep.  When I got up to go to bed I attempted to wake him to join me.  He would not respond.  I soon realized that he was not going to wake.  I quickly called 911 who arrived shortly afterwards.  They too were unable to rouse him.  After vitals were taken and such they decided to transport him to the hospital. 

 

To make a long story short, Vincent suffered a mild stroke.  We have spent the last four and a half days in the hospital, running multiple blood tests along with MRIs, MRAs, CTs and countless other anagrams.  He was discharged yesterday to come home.  Luckily he only had a small blockage that seems to have released itself.  He is on the usual medicine to help to prevent further episodes .  His vision is a bit messed up but we have an appointment with a nuero optometrist who should be able to help that. 

 

It is amazing how your life can change in the blink of an eye.  I find myself with all sorts of questions swimming around in my head.  I want so to talk my frustrations and worries over with my best friend yet I am unable to.  He is not who he used to be, at least not for now.  Plus the added drama and worry is not something he needs to feel he has to handle.  Keep us in your thoughts.  I am not sure what this journey has in store for us but I know that we will see it through…My giveaway is still a go, just understand if I am not as punctual as before.  Much love and hold precious those cherished moments.

Blessed Imbolc

For many, the winter has been quite mild and we have not been witness to the fits that the season usually brings.  Tempertures have been warmer than usual and there has been an absence of the white stuff.  Still today marks the mid point between Winter and Spring.  The earth is slowly awakening.  Soon the signs will become even more obvious that once more the wheel has continued to turn. 

 

May each of you witness the awakening in your own special manner. 

Blessings