It’s the dawn of a new day.
I took the photo above at 7:16 am today.
See that gorgeous full moon shining through the golden sunlight of dawn and signaling the start of a new cycle? I am starting
over too!
I have Post Traumatic Stress Euphoria. I
have been up for almost two hours and I haven’t had a single spasm of pain so
far. I just wiped away my tears of relief, joy and disbelief. Last Thursday, in
the vice grip of the worst pain I can ever remember having I wanted to cry but I
couldn’t. Today though, I cried at the moment of acceptance that it was over.
I am still walking as though I have pain. I
walk like a man on a tightrope because I don’t yet trust my limb and in my ability
to walk. I have come through hell…
But I went to heaven. My reunion was
joyous. I have reconnected with so many people with whom to propose a meal or a
walk—dare I plan long walks again?
This is my new life plan: To celebrate my
self-imposed home exile. Last night with Pam and Ross and Cimbar is how I want
to spend as much of the rest of my life as I can in the company of good food,
good wine and good friends…. And not moving…. And no projects, no travelling,
and no guilt. Oh, and dessert.
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