We never know how high we are Until we are asked to rise And then if we are true to form Our statures touch the skies Emily Dickinson from poem 1176 Happiness: an illusive inner state to those of us with terminal illnesses. Each happy moment rolls into the next, yet we drive through life […]
A day in my inner life includes a hell of a lot of scary stuff. But I’m NOT scared. Well a little. Maybe. Hey, cut me some slack! This is deadly death causing cancer stuff for goddess’s sakes.
How do you feel about the whole question of death? I’m personally not scared of the concept (read a few of my prior posts on death and dying)
None of us thought we’d die before our “time.” I think it means our presupposed allotted lifetime into old age, perhaps our 70s or 80s. Seeing grandchildren grow. Watching as our bodies change with age, seeing our partners creases form around the same eyes into which we’re used to gazing. Death from stage four cancer […]
Reluctantly, Ive decided to share a couple of pages from my sketchbook where I keep my not so very good artwork. I scrawl my emotions out on the pages using colorful pens, pencils, markers, paints, and whatever else handy from my growing art box. Some days, instead of trying to get my words to fit […]