When paul McCartney sang of the long and winding road, he knew. Even still, I consider this journey of mine and my husband' to have been fairly short in the scheme of things but long just the same. It is a winding road which right now seems to have landed right back where we started just over a year ago. Even if we are on the same summit I hope the way we move from here will have a different outcome.
The surgery to replace his hip was over 4 hours long. He was home in 4 days, weakened but the experience and not yet seeing a walking light at the end of the tunnel. We are back to wheel chairs and walkers again. He is just reliving trauma but I see definite hope for the future. His pain in combination with his experience last year is disheartening. I am seeing it differently and while I cannot now tell him that his pain is 'better', he is in a kinder gentler place and I have hope.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Moving forward
I don't want to die now but I wonder sometimes if I did, how would any find all the bits and pieces of my life and how would they ever be able to pull it all together. Blogs, twitters and tweets, my spaces, and facebooks. I hope somewhere along the line to inspire someone in my own way.
What's it all for? My favourite time is still just sitting and writing stories and loving it. While I am driving my car along roads lined with verdant fields, chapters of books just form in my head and run away with me. If I can't sit and write when I get home I feel stuffed with the words and ideas. I have to put it down on paper before it stifles me. I can't move on until its on paper. I can't hold one idea while I gestate another. Odd for someone used to multitasking.
I have rediscovered Martin Page again, and found his latest album. His face and music have helped me to write and develop another story for fanfiction. What a beautiful magic carpet is music....the rides we travel on that carpet are wonderful. I have also rediscovered Ana Belen and her wonderful interpretation of Lorca's poetry. So much to inspire and so little time to absorb it all.
What's it all for? My favourite time is still just sitting and writing stories and loving it. While I am driving my car along roads lined with verdant fields, chapters of books just form in my head and run away with me. If I can't sit and write when I get home I feel stuffed with the words and ideas. I have to put it down on paper before it stifles me. I can't move on until its on paper. I can't hold one idea while I gestate another. Odd for someone used to multitasking.
I have rediscovered Martin Page again, and found his latest album. His face and music have helped me to write and develop another story for fanfiction. What a beautiful magic carpet is music....the rides we travel on that carpet are wonderful. I have also rediscovered Ana Belen and her wonderful interpretation of Lorca's poetry. So much to inspire and so little time to absorb it all.
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