What a week it's been. Lots of medical procedures happening and being planned throughout my family and friends. Happily, I can report that the emergency for my friends C & B turned out to be the best of all possible scenarios and life should return to normal for them soon. And C's Dad's prognosis is good. I'm overflowing with gratitude for my friends and their families.
On top of my emotions, prayers and worry for my friends, I was catapulted right back into the grief, confusion and sorrow of Chuck's initial diagnosis and treatments. Stunned after all that I've survived and rebuilt just how raw and shallow below the surface all of those experiences and emotions lie. The ground shifted and down I tumbled into that dark and scary crevice. Another reminder that there is no healing from some experiences, we just learn to live beyond them.
During my travels this week I spent a lot of time with Tori Amos listening to her beautiful prose and music. Her emotional delivery is a touchstone for me in hard times. Once again, she refused to fail me. Little Earthquakes shook me to the core. And helped me belt through the sorrow and pain over and over until the ground seamed itself back together.
We danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn
We laughed in the faces of kings never offering to burn
And I hate disintegration
Watching us wither
Black winged roses that safely change their colors
Oh - these little earthquakes
Here we go again
Oh - these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to rip us into pieces
I can't reach you
Give me life
Give me pain
Give me myself again
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