When we are flat out sick for a long time
(as I have been with covid since I last wrote to you)
we find ourselves with lots of time to think.
Our brain may not be working very well
but all kinds of questions
still manage to emerge through the fog.
Some go straight to our core identity:
Who am I?
What am I actually trying to accomplish in my life?
Other questions, though less profound,
still press for an answer:
What can I eat besides chicken soup?
As we lie there pondering the universe,
the sun rises
and the sun sets.
Day after day
after long long day.
We only hope we will be able
to renew ourselves
and move forward on our life path
once we recover.
Assuming we do recover, that is.
That assumption got increasingly harder to make
after two weeks of incapacitation
and zero improvement.
(O ye of little faith.)
as James Taylor sings in Copperline,
getting sick is scary.
When the tide finally turns
it feels holy.
Took a fall from a windy height
I only knew how to hold on tight
And pray for love enough to last all night
Down on Copperline
Day breaks and the boy wakes up
And the dog barks and the bird sings
And the sap rises and the angels sigh, yeah
This is where I am now.
The sap rose.
Lord, I am so grateful to be back.
And so eager to move forward again.
So, how are you?
Please see my post: How are you? No, really how are you?
I hope you have not been languishing
in the land of illness.
I hope instead you’ve been moving forward
in discovering who you really are
and what you want to accomplish in life.
That’s why I’m here–
to offer you insight and encouragement
to strengthen you
as you build a life of freedom and joy.
My goal is to see you become the real you.
Remarkable. Unique. Original.
The you that makes you proud.
The you that is not a shadow.