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The doctor practically danced into the room as he handed us a comparative printout of my brain, one MRI taken in September in which a whitish/grayish blob is visible, and today’s with no white spot at all, a uniform hue. He said the Avastin seems to be working… and whatever else you’re doing, keep doing it. Shall…
When I return I will be a dolphin in search of Henry if he returns as a dolphin. Together we will glisten as we leap into the air and plunge back into the ocean, spouting and clicking and singing our delight at being alive again in the great mother. Together, we might save a drowning…
The longest night of the longest year trouble still looms but birth is near a way is opening, the path will soon clear open to the light; let go of your fear give your love to those you hold dear take the brakes off and slip into gear the time is now; the place is…
When I was young, I didn’t realize that losing your grip was more than a metaphor for losing your mind, losing control, losing touch with reality, becoming confused, indecisive, foundering at sea. I always suspected that losing your grip had something to do with aging: a dulling of the sword, a dampening of the mental…
How come I get to have a million-dollar brain when others lack a ticket just to get on the train? Only five years ago I’d be living in pain untreated, uninsured, left out in the rain like so many laid flat by the spread of corona, hanging onto each breath, at the edge of a…
When we lived in Jaroso, a neighbor kept sheep during a time when raising sheep still paid. A large sheepdog of some breed — Great Pyrenees, I think — guarded the herd from coyotes and other dogs, but he must’ve been prone to chasing cars because my neighbor attached a large truck tire to his…
The other day Jayne and I rode horseback in the back field. The wind was up, and Esperanza was in Arabian dance mode rather than her sensible, grounded Morgan. I call it her Arab spring. I haven’t been riding much lately because I don’t want to ride alone, so to play it safe, I wait…
She placed what felt like a round flat smooth stone on my heart. In response to its penetrating, smoothening, deepening warmth, my heart spread out and widened in concentric circles. I saw a taproot extend from its chambers and plunge into the ground. Nourished by this taproot, my heart has increased capacity to feel, comprehend,…
Another session confined in the metal tube, jackhammers and ferry horns blasting amidst an addled and chaotic percussion section, and then moments of blessed silence while the machine hums and the magnets realign for another round of cacophony with a side of claustrophobia. I drift off worrying about a port inserted in my body…probably better…