WinterI am reminded of the frailty of life again and again these days. This past week we lost a relative to the "silent killer" pancreatic cancer that had spread to lungs and liver. Five short weeks from diagnosis to hospice. Good Lord, have mercy, please let him rest in peace.
SpringI know I feel better, I have more energy now. I feel like working on the house, I can breathe up at the cabin, the pain in my ribs almost gone...still a trace, but almost gone. Not splitting wood yet, but maybe soon--perhaps with a hydraulic splitter!
And it is spring, so patience is easy to visualize. I imagine all the trees and plants in our yard, in the desert and on the mountain, I imagine how patient they were all winter. Waiting for the warmth, waiting for the first signs of a sporadic rain shower, waiting for the breeze not to bite. I wait along for the next wave of energy, the return of my strength, perhaps by summer's end a PET scan will show the beast beaten out of my body. Perhaps.