not-quite Journaling, 24
a bee kisses sun-drunk blooms
and I grow in smiles
11/16/2021: I can’t say that I enjoy hospital visits (mostly because I’ve yet to reach that level of insanity), but I do delight in the blooms bedecking the courtyard—thank goodness for small pleasures.
11/28/2021: I have never been able to take an okay picture of the moon… Then I tried to photograph two hawks fighting (or flirting *cough*), and completely missed the birds. But I accidentally captured a nice pic of the moon and a plane. Found art? Maybe. Or, perhaps, it’s the Universe, telling me, “Look, witchy woman, you didn’t miss the prize! You were just rewarded differently.
living is not enough…
one must have sunshine,
and a little flower.”
~ Hans Christian Andersen
12/9/2021: When one has been chronically
ill for what seems like forever, it’s hard not to be hypervigilant about one’s
health. Not so paranoid that one doesn’t enjoy life, but watchful enough to
avoid getting kicked in the teeth by all the random f*ck yous the chronic
illness monster throws one’s way. The monster’s latest kick got me in the liver
and the gallbladder. Or, at least, that’s what we’re hoping. Because if it also
got me in the duodenum (upcoming tests shall tell), then my crohnie butt
will be in real trouble. Sigh.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #6: The shorter the