This morning I sat in a crowded patient waiting room, surrounded by veterans in various stages of disease and disrepair. I’ve been putting off the appointment for some time now – fear getting the best of even the most seasoned practitioner.

But each of us must, in time, face our limitations. To stand, humbled to our core.

My body doesn’t ‘do’ what I wish it could, any longer. To engage this day, passing largely  unnoticed by those who’ll note my obvious hunched and lumbering posture. I knew my Parkinson’s would advance, but I never realized the stiffness to follow – a stiffness so overwhelming I’ve been unable to place hands to keyboard and wander my way through.

I also knew there would come a time when my thoughts and writing would slow. Would I have enough yet still within to captivate the senses of those I love so dearly?

My readers…

I’ve been away my friends, but not for long – only occassionly when the spirit begs for rest. And, always to return again…refreshed, centered and stronger as a result of my experience.

These are the times that mold and shape. The unmitigated aspects of smashing to bits that which strives to hold us back. Yet, in spite of our struggling we inevitably rise again, demanding retreat of a bone crushing fear.

Until, we sit before the keyboard again – somehow made better…perhaps, even enriched…as the words begin to form from deep within our most vulnerable place. And, warming our stiffened hands we begin again…

A thought, formed into letters…until finally, words set into magnificeny motion through an irrefutable force – our hopes and our dreams now fashioned into wings.

A force and gift of nature? Yes. A continueum of self in perpetual motion. Because, as uncomfortable as this may be – THIS is who we are…

In peacee, my sweet friends – I am eternally grateful to your patience and kindness through this life challenge.

Blessings and peace to all…

Namaste ❣️