not-quite Journaling, 70
undear
Instagram,
your
updates suck rotten toes;
bring
back recent posts
4/19/2024:
My chronic pain group was asked to
write about something that made our lives more difficult in a personal level.
When I said that I was broken up over Instagram removing the recent posts
filter, someone gave me a disdainful look and said some unflattering things
about “[my] first world
problem”. I wasn’t in the best of moods--I’d spent half the night puking, a
migraine was threatening to pop my left eyeball, and my torn back muscle had
rejoined the agony party--so, I might’ve told them to f*ck off. With
feeling. I know, overreaction galore. But it was a crappy day quickly
turning into a crappy week. My brain-to-mouth filter doesn’t work particularly well
under those conditions.
disturbing,
climate
change killing
prettily
5/5/2024: I’ve never seen these wee beauties in my bit of New York
City. They are known by many names (Scilla luciliae, violet beauty),
Lucile’s-glory-of-the-snow is my favorite. The combination makes me think of
brightness and warmth. Also, it’s the perfect name for a flower that blooms
from frosty February to still chilly March (or all the way into May… when
the weather’s slightly mad).
in
a tiny pot,
my
wee orange seedling sprouts
cuteness
overload
5/13/2024: I can’t look at this green baby without blooming into smiles. 🌱🥰🌱
thorns
& curls
in
my wee garden,
soothing
green
5/15/2024: I love the twists and coils, the play of green and metal, the thorns and stones and warmth--soothe for the soul.
In
flesh and bone, pain
wails
misery’s
old song;
in
soil, Nature (and I)
bloom
cornflowers,
spirit
balm,
hope.
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5/26/2024: Chronic pain and I have been fighting over my body for
weeks. I haven’t landed many punches, not until last night--I slept six hours
straight! and woke up to a balcony bursting with bachelor’s buttons. Small
steps, right? Then, a glorious kick to the teeth. Yes, I’m talking to you,
Chronic Pain Bastard.
Pain
isn’t
gentle,
so
I must be
hard--grab
it by the throat
and
squeeze
poetry
out of every scream.
“I
can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.”
~ Haruki
Murakami, 1Q84
– for
Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #130: About that Quote…Friday Writings #130: About that Quote…)
What a wise flow of words - and I love the images too - Jae
ReplyDeleteThe Murakami quote casts such a light on it- hopefully squeezing poetry out of pain provides comfort at some level. Wish you feel better soon... (oh and love that orange sprout in that baby pot)
ReplyDeleteYour garden not only provides solace and joy to you, but also nourishes us when you share it in these exactly crafted images and verses.
ReplyDeleteCornflowers have been a favourite of mine since my childhood. And yes, that sprout is indeed a cuteness overload!
Do people who sneer at other people's problems feel superior in doing so? It appears this person was living in the so-called First World herself right alongside you. Pain is pain, wherever it happens; and when it restricts one's life, any window on the world and connection to other people is vital. Those who cannot empathise with that probably don't really feel any deep sympathy for 3rd world problems either.
Gardens are the center of life - all of life happens there - Life is full of pain - We are born in pain - Well done
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about your pain and that you have to struggle so badly. I think your F off was appropriate. I love your last poem Very powerful and poignant
ReplyDeleteThese are all delightful, tender and very powerful Magaly. Such healing balm your spirit so generously offers us all. In return sending you all the healing energies I can summon.. Bless you...
ReplyDeletePain is never good. This writing comes from the heart.
ReplyDeleteYou made your case, and perhaps mine. I've had almost constant pain forr the last month at least. Today I was refered to a pain doctor but warned one that I find will be booked up for quite a while.
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Uugh - so sorry to hear you are suffering. But 6 hours of straight sleep is pretty great.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to read about the pain you are experiencing, but six hours of straight sleep sounds good.
ReplyDeleteSending healing and positive thoughts across the miles to you.
All the best Jan
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If the beauty of your flowers could take away your pain . . .
ReplyDeleteI don't know how I missed this post, but I did! The wee pot with the orange seedling is ADORABLE!
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