Waiting for the pills to kick in at 6:30 a.m. is a tough hour, Didi. Choosing your favourite necklace anyway shows that stubborn grit. It is a very honest look at the morning.
So hard to count the day down by hours, and sometimes minutes when you hurt both physically and spiritually. Your persistence and hope keep shining through your words, as sparing as they are for you. Gentle hugs from afar...
gratitude and grit....hmmmm, the title of the next collection?
Grit and gratitude, subtitle of my prose menoir. Good title, though! I suppose I could use it as a main title for the right poems.
the way it is - for now
wishing you the best xoxo
Thank you, Jan. I holding it as a rough patch, not the beginning of the end. I have too much work to do.
You are a strong woman! Wonderful to be able to express yourself through thick and thin.
Waiting for the pills to kick in at 6:30 a.m. is a tough hour, Didi. Choosing your favourite necklace anyway shows that stubborn grit. It is a very honest look at the morning.
Sending love.
Well dang, I am sorry. Best though, is your perseverance.
You go girl and I will clap for you!
So hard to count the day down by hours, and sometimes minutes when you hurt both physically and spiritually. Your persistence and hope keep shining through your words, as sparing as they are for you. Gentle hugs from afar...
I like "for now". These are the words that calm the mind and heart and bring acceptance with hope for a better now.
Your "stubborn gratefulness" is a testament, a witness. Bless you.
Yes, “the way it is”…
“for now,” worth noting. Who knows
about tomorrow?