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poem: sitting at the hospital manifesting a healing
poem: sitting at the hospital
manifesting a healing
exiting the great facade
of the cavernous hospital
shaking off its stupification
stepping into the pristine light
bird sounds transport me
into the present moment
flower scents rife
in their perfumery awaken the soul
my morning nature walk
to the big pin oak tree
its gnarly bark rough to the touch
grounding my Body on the Good Earth
at the midpoint
reversing course back to the room
five minute cross legged sitting zazen
unclutters my Mind
connecting with the Heart chakra
energy of the Spirit flowing
through the body’s energy channels
filling our being with Love
Body, Mind, Spirit
re-balancing here and now
prepared for the new day
meeting it in each present moment
expecting a healing
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April 24, 2022
photos by author
Author’s note: Our sixth day of my
wife’s hospital stay, I am finally clear and able to express some of our experiences. We turn and open to the healing energy of
the Cosmos as well as utilizing her
professional care. Her rehab and healing
is challenging, slow, and promising. Our
hope to return home soon.
quote: becoming the light when facing dark times
For you all, my dear friends! Loving one another 💓
quote: Friend, this world breaks us all
quote: in challenging times
Reflection: On Aging’s Bad Breaks
Reflection: On Aging’s Bad Breaks
My first two thoughts: we get plenty of ‘em, and aging is not for the timid.
My beloved wife fell this past Monday and fractured her ankle. A stumble and a fall in the blink of an eye. A good thing we were home, and she fell on the carpeted floor.
It is a bad break to fall in the fragility of our aging, and breaking a bone is just plain bad anytime. After writing my poem for Cathey, ‘I got you,’ suddenly I did not as I was too far away to catch her.
With the strength of our love, our deep trust in one another, and critically, a resilient sense of humor, we meet these challenges and those to come.
I love what Anne Lamont recently said on her Facebook page about turning 68. After opining what is left for those of us aging who have witnessed the foolishness, evil, tragedies, and suffering of the world, she says: “So what does that leave? Glad you asked: the answer is simple. A few very best friends with whom you can share your truth. That’s the main thing”, and “we look up. In 68 years, I have never seen a boring sky. I have never felt blasé about the moon, or birdsong, or paperwhites.”
Ah yes, in our aging, we cling to a few dear friends, sharing our truth and belonging, and looking up and around at the beauty surrounding us. Please send prayers and healing energy for Cathey and a good recovery for her.
We send each of you our love, gratitude, and appreciation!
poem: “I got you”
poem: “I got you”
seated, hand on her cane,
gray head bowed down,
reaching out
she takes my hand
after a few false starts,
gently lifting
and steadying her,
she rises to her fee
opening her eyes, unsteady,
she says, ‘so sleepy, let me get
my balance’ and I reply
‘I got you baby’
she rest her head on
my shoulder, my chin on
top of her head, our arms
wrapped around one another
we take a deep breathe,
inhaling, exhaling,
until she says ‘OK, I am ready,’
and I slowly step back
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April 2, 2022
image: by author
Author’s note: One tender, fleeting
moment in a day of care-giving for
a spouse with Alzheimers.
