
I've made no formal resolutions, although I have decided to make a few changes in the new year. Do some things differently. Have some adventures. Embrace life more fully.
That sounds like plenty enough to keep me busy!
I do not at all understand the mystery of grace... only that it meets us where we are...but does not leave us where it found us. -Anne Lamott-
Twas the night before Christmas,
with few clan in sight.
Just my son and the cat,
all fluffy and white.
The presents were spread
in boxes and sacks,
as the cat lay in wait
to start his attacks.
We then drove through the town
to see all the lights,
oohing and ahhing
at the colors so bright.
Home again soon,
to our shock we did see
the cat had embarked
on a gift-nabbing spree!
There were paper and ribbons
from his toes to his nose.
That cat was a menace
all covered in bows.
We laughed as he ran
down the hallway in dread.
He flew in a flash
under the bed.
No matter, we thought,
as we smiled at his plight.
Merry Christmas to Cat,
and to all a Good Night!
© RW
I'm listening to a Dylan song now which I really like. The lyrics remind me of you, Mother.
'She's got everything she needs, she's an artist. She don't look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black.
You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees.'
You've got everything you need, Mother - you're an artist.
Just in case you're interested, another line of it goes,'Bow down to her on Sundays.
Salute her when her birthday comes.'
I stand by the bed where a young woman lies, her face post-operative, her mouth twisted in palsy, clownish. A tiny twig of a facial nerve -- the one that controls the muscles of her mouth -- has been severed. She will be thus from now on.
The surgeon has followed with religious fervor the curve of her flesh. I promise you that. Nevertheless, to remove the tumor in her cheek, I had to cut the little nerve.
Her young husband is in the room. He stands on the opposite side of the bed, and together they seem to dwell in the evening lamplight, isolated from me, private. "What are they?" I ask myself, he and this wry mouth I have made, who gaze at each other and touch each other so generously, so greedily?
The young woman speaks, "Will my mouth always be like this?"I answer her, "Yes, it will. It's because the nerve was cut."
She nods and is silent, but the young husband smiles. He says, "I like it. It's kind of cute."
All at once I know who he is. I understand and lower my gaze. One is not bold in an encounter with a god. Unmindful, he bends to kiss her crooked mouth. I'm so close I can see how he twists his own lips to accommodate hers, to show her that their kiss still works. I remember that the gods appeared in ancient Greece as mortals, and I hold my breath and let the wonder in.
From "Mortal Lessons", by Richard Selzer, M.D.
God Says Yes To Me
"Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in the treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life.
You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something.
The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you." ~ John Gardner
Ward in the Hospital in Arles, by Vincent van Gogh
Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. How do I describe why I am a nurse? The quote sums it all up nicely.
I like to help people - that's a given - I don't know why anyone would enter into this particular profession if that weren't at least one of the reasons. But it's more than that too. It has to do with the people. Sick people, who are in a situation which, by its very nature, eliminates the masks and facades and bravado.
It's an artificial environment to be in. I have the role of caretaker and they have the role of the cared for, but the the true gift that comes from the work is the opportunity to get to know the patients and hear their stories. Everyone has a story to tell, and every story is fascinating. Every story is about defeat and victory , about joy and tragedy, and about the human condition on this big blue marble.
I have learned more about human suffering, the ways in which people will cope with such (or not cope) and the indomitable human spirit, than I could ever have in any non-healthcare profession.
I'm just drawn to all things medical. It simply fascinates me. I don't know why. It's in my bones. It all started when I took my first Chemistry class. I fell head-over-heels in love with it. Microbiology followed. That really cinched the deal. Pile my plate high! I ate Micro up with a large spoon. I couldn't get enough of it. Then, true bliss - Anatomy and Physiology!
That was 25 years ago! The rest, as they say, is history.