not-quite Journaling, 52
blossoming brightly through mud—
of my favorite bits about April—aside from the departure of winter, the arrival
of spring and my birthday—is seeing Nature burst in uplifting metaphor. I love
seeing trees (that looked half-dead just days ago) budding with new
life. I delight in birds, bees, butterflies and people coming out to enjoy the
warming weather. And the best of all, crocuses… unburying themselves out of
frigid slush, defying winter, and opening their petals to spring.
work and help
damaged wings can still rise.
4/26/2023: My one-on-one physical therapy has ended. Not because all is
well—the range of motion of my left shoulder is about 70%—but because it’s as
much as this particular therapy can do for me. Next comes hydrotherapy. I hope
it helps as much as the other one; doing my exercises six days a week, for 90
minutes, took me from 10% to 70%. If hydrotherapy takes me at least 25% closer
to what my range used to be, I’ll be a happy woman. I’ll do the work, accept
the help, and hope I’ll soon be able to raise my arms over my head.
of home, tamarind
on my tongue
4/30/2023: Certain fruits (mango, guava, loquat… tamarind) take
me back to warmer days, in the Dominican Republic—the tongue is a powerful
conjurer of memories… Today, when NYC is rainy and gloomy, tasting something
tropical feels just right.
be with you,
on World Naked Gardening
5/4/2023: At the moment, I’m not brave enough to celebrate World Naked Gardening Day in the flesh—the thought of certain of my bits being exposed to
dirt, thorns, bees… makes me shudder (and not in a good way). Until I
have a nice greenhouse, I shall join the celebration in my head. After that,
there shall be naked gardening and Star Wars movie watching (to double the
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #75: A Character from Myth or Fable.