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Every day during this February cold spell with its plunge below zero every night, I am a sun seeker in the middle of the day I curl up on the little couch with a book, my feet catching the rays of the winter sun, hoping that Shadow will join me, her blue-gray fur a far…
She just stood still. Not because she’s an old plug with no more get up and go. Far from it. Not because her interactions with humans have rendered her indifferent, bombproof or because I forced her to accommodate the best option for me. I think she just stood still because she understood it was the…
Two and a half years out from my diagnosis and I am still here. Doctor doom would say I’m postponing the inevitable, living on borrowed time. Borrowed from whom? That stingy middle fate who measures the threads of our lives? Did her hands accidentally slip so that my thread gained an extra loop she didn’t…
December 8, 2021 Dear Doctors No doubt that without your wisdom, dedication, commitment, and heart, I would not have made it as far as I have given my diagnosis of glioblastoma in July 2019. I would not have had these two years to write a book about my journey or what I’ve learned. I would…
There are days when I stumble, my thoughts are all a jumble, and Henry says I mumble. I feel as if I’ll stumble and hope I do not tumble. It seems everything I bumble in my quest to be as humble as I can, is jumbled as I grumble, fumble, mumble, and crumble.
1. The goddess dwells in the trees, their roots, trunk, branches, twigs, leaves, buds and all the creatures who depend on them. She connects the trees in the forest through the mycelial network. She IS the forest. She is the mother tree, as are all mothers, grandmothers, wild women and crones. In her glorious decline…
“Dear ayahuasca,” I wrote in a mental letter after hearing about ayahuasca-inspired journeys from two trusted friends. “I know we haven’t been properly introduced but what can you tell me my brain cancer, the path ahead, the next task?” At the time I was in the throes of an intense reaction to the covid booster….
Four clear scans —a year of being cancer-free, a medical miracle if you consider that with this particular cancer most people don’t make it to two years. The ability to do math in my head might have been excised and zapped along with the tumor, but I believe I’m a few months past two years,…
A bout with drought and with doing without. My internal spring seems clogged up with grout. Barely any words or images sprout and those that manage to, struggle and wither, sending a shiver down a waterless river. Low humidity and a parching wind, fires to the west and smoke-ash skies… I wait for the rain…