Hello, my readers and friends! You haven’t heard much from me in the last few weeks. At first, I took a break because I did’t know what to write, and over the last ten-or–so days I have been in the hospital, severely ill.
I had a small stroke. My speech has returned to nearly normal, although my pace is wrong, and my tongue still feels larger than the inside of my mouth.
More seriosly affected is my left arm, which remains mostly numb, although I expect to make progress in rehab, where I go tomorrow. Most notable, however, were the visions I experienced during the first day in ICU. I believed I was among a group of pre-Islsam African scholars, treated with respect, (as though a member of the tribe,) and encouraged to participate in the exchange of intellectual and philosophical ideas. The stretching of my mind during this time remains, but I will need some time to sort through some stuff — eventually I will write of it.
I left the hospital this afternoon, and now reside in NewEngland Rehab Hospital. I have to mention all the help and attention from my youngest sister, M. She is steadfast, and she helps me prepare for the coming weeks, physically and emotionally. Thanks, M.! In fact, all of my family and many of my friends assist me through these tough first days, and many of them have volunteered one of their kidneys. Amazing; that’s how that feels!
For my newest readers:
I am still unable to send outgoing email from this tablet — I hope to rectify this soon. But for those of you who don’t have comments on your about page, I am missing out on welcoming you. So first, welcome! I hope you are happy to be with us — we’re happy about it. If you go to my pages, choose the Friends page — this is where my readers introduce themselves and their blogs. I hope you will do the same. Welcome!
And same problem for those of you to whom I owe emails. I am working on this, so thank you for bearing with me. And for an update, Mom is progressing as well as possible when every different home health nurse or physical therapist tells her to do something different — every visit!
Love to you all!
This is a reblog of a post I wrote for Zazen Life. Tim contacted me there after reading one of my posts, and asked me to elaborate for his site. Now, I am returning it to my blog. I hope someone finds some help in it somewhere, or at least an interesting read:
Making the Choice
So often in life, we drift past the opportunity to make a choice; many times, the choice doesn’t seem vital enough to spend time on. Or perhaps we sense that the choices are too large or too vital and that we are incapable of wielding that kind of power in our own being. Sadly, with these fear-based hesitations, we pass by an opportunity to know more of ourselves – our spirits and our lives, and to direct our futures.