Drugs Be Gone Clear, wide open able to be present needing yearning hungering and finally, here I am lucid transparent awake ( next day) Drugs Be Back The nature of humans! Feel better, overdo. Ten flights of stairs House models We’ll stay right where we are Bird feeders bring orioles, hummers, finches, sweet doves Quiet.
I’m trying so hard to learn this lesson—because if I don’t, I’m going to pay again and again with savage pain. I am teachable—trying to learn my new limitations with grace.
Yes, Holly, I will. There are other, more invasive options (implantable devices) that may be in my future. I'm open to whatever will work. I want to be able to draw, paint, write poetry, walk with my husband and my dear dog. And I would like to be able to DRIVE again. Not on these drugs!
Amrita, It is true that we humans too often measure the worth of a day in terms of "productivity." Yet, healing, arguably the most productive of activities, requires rest, pulling back, being present to our bodies...and the orioles, the hummers, the clouds beyond.
Didi, I love the honesty in this—the swing from clear-eyed presence to having “them all in me again.” And then there are the birds, the dog, the coffee, and sweetie, quietly carrying on around you. That ordinary morning makes the poem feel even more human. ❤️
Overdoing it is such the human condition🌻. I’m watching my husband do the same.
Hard to watch, isn’t it, with loved ones.
I’m trying so hard to learn this lesson—because if I don’t, I’m going to pay again and again with savage pain. I am teachable—trying to learn my new limitations with grace.
I wish you well Amrita; I have no doubt you will figure it out 💛
Yes, Holly, I will. There are other, more invasive options (implantable devices) that may be in my future. I'm open to whatever will work. I want to be able to draw, paint, write poetry, walk with my husband and my dear dog. And I would like to be able to DRIVE again. Not on these drugs!
Amrita, It is true that we humans too often measure the worth of a day in terms of "productivity." Yet, healing, arguably the most productive of activities, requires rest, pulling back, being present to our bodies...and the orioles, the hummers, the clouds beyond.
Didi, I love the honesty in this—the swing from clear-eyed presence to having “them all in me again.” And then there are the birds, the dog, the coffee, and sweetie, quietly carrying on around you. That ordinary morning makes the poem feel even more human. ❤️