Prue your ability to find the joy even in the difficult is soothing and encouraging.
“but because people have things to say and a need to be acknowledged…“ and this, so true especially now when it feels as though everyone is busy telling their story, leaving very few to do the listening. What good is a story if no-one listens?
I'm not sure if listening comes from being a writer and absorbing things for 'future reference' or the fact that I have a couple of friends who always talk at one and never ask gentle questions and listen to the answers. Of course there may be another reason from childhood, but perhaps that's a story for another day ... or not
It's true that social media means we all have a mouthpiece, but golly it's nice to just sit back and absorb. I heard a doozy today... ;)
I'm glad to hear that your recovery is coming along nicely. :).
And I would love to see this. Ha ha!:
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I had visions of the Terrier dashing down the corridors, plastic tubing caught round his legs, barking with JRT ebullience as staff chased him in what he would only think of as the best game ever!
Absolutely wonderful from beginning to end. I’m so glad you’re taking care of yourself dear Prue. Surgery is scary. Trust you to look at the positive side of a hospital stay over Easter - peaceful and relaxing eh? Good on you. Best of luck for all that lies ahead. And thanks so much for always painting such vivid pictures with your words. Serenity, paradise, perfection. Thanks So much. 🤗🤗😘💕
Hi Beth. Truth is when they sent me for the CT Scan, I was petrified because I knew the result would mean surgery. By the time I was wheeled back to A&E, I was trembling, trying to cover it up by saying I was chilly.
Once they had sent me upstairs and tucked me up in bed with I/V antibiotics, I just decided it was all a fait accompli and it was better to get well and strong ready for surgery. No option really and there's an old saying: 'Don't bend the river.' So here I am...
The three food vans were marked with their brand, they had informed the IDF (and been cleared) of their route. First one vehicle was shot, the people therein escaping to the second vehicle. Then the second vehicle was shot, the people escaping to the third vehicle. Then the third vehicle was shot with final and terrible results. It was systematic attack 1-2-3. As was indicated by the CEO of World Food Bank. Perhaps the USA is not getting the full reports of a terrible thing. There were multi-nationals on board (including Australian, English, Palestinian and Canadian nationals), it was an humanitarian convoy and it wasn't a hard convoy to identify.
My attitude at this point is most definitely not anti-Semitic, lest you think it is. My attitude is disgust and sorrow at war and what it turns people into. My attitude is actively anti-Netanyahu. As it is anti-Putin, anti- Erdoğan and so forth.
No one appears to have learned a thing from the monstrosities of previous wars (one of which my father fought for world peace). History is there, if only the world would take note...
I shall take the word of the CEO and the UN on this, I guess. Absolutely no offence but when this is said by World Central Kitchen founder Jose Andreas from the link you have provided:
"... the IDF has “deployed deadly force without regard to its own protocols, chain of command and rules of engagement...We demand the creation of an independent commission to investigate the killings of our WCK colleagues. The IDF cannot credibly investigate its own failure in Gaza" then I think a world humanitarian commission is required for the sakes of those who died, for humanitarian work into the future and to make clear to the IDF what is and is not acceptable.
A terrible mistake indeed, as Israel says, but that won't heal the hearts of any who lose loved ones in this dreadful situation. On all sides.
I too am so inspired by your generosity and open-heartedness in the midst of medical issues. Please take care, and I hope you’ll check in with your progress.
Oh, yes, the image of your pup tearing down hospital corridors, tubes attached, is priceless!
I have a friend who is a brilliant children's book illustrator, Dave Slaney, in the UK. He and I did a book together - Nugget, the Black Wombat. I think he'd depict the scene perfectly...
A golden egg on your breakfast tray, Prue - that's wonderful!
I am astonished (and warm all over, and feeling like a happy little Vegemite - thank you so much for linking to that gorgeous explanation of that phrase!) at the absolutely beautiful language you have used to describe your unexpected hospital stay. This post is so warm, empowering and positive, not to mention beautiful. I'm so glad that you're home, and I hope you're feeling well.
Those quinces look glorious. I had a line of three beautiful quince trees in the garden of my previous home - they'd been a birthday present that first year I lived there - I called them 'the golden pears'. They were prolific, almost dripping with huge, fragrant fruit year after year. There is no other smell on earth like the scent of a ripe quince. 😊
I so agree on the fragrance of quinces - it fills the whole house!
The chutney turned the most beautiful pale ruby colour. We had to grate them because they're such an unfriendly fruit compared to others. But hopefully worth it. The flavour's not too bad, we both like it.
We have so much more to do using up all the orchard fruit - we're thinking of jams, chutneys, fruit cakes and slices. Busy little bees, we'll be!
Maybe the bags of I/V lit something inside - who knows?
I confess when I wrote about the food convoy in Gaza, with a link to the CEO of World Food Bank, I was nervous because as is the way of social media these days, one is immediately branded and I was suspecting the sling 'anti-semitic' to pop up at any moment. I'm not, and never well be anything but anti-violence. A white feather is possibly my badge. Anyhoo - we shall see.
Oh, the pears! They are so creamy and delish and I would love to have a slice of brie or blue cheese with them. But perhaps not. If you were here, we could have a platter of them (the pears) together.
As to the little guy and his power source - he's a remarkable little thing. I do love him...
As always, so much to comment on. So pleased that this ordeal is over and like me, you sound very sensible and pro-active - the ideal patient, really. Loved this post - especially the sky being "bruised" and the pic of the pears on that very exceptional crate, AND the description of a Terrier in the hospital. I could imagine my own Stanley, jumping up and joyfully head-butting the specialist like a soccer hooligan! (He does this when he's overly excited, never to be nasty but it can be startling lol). You must take good care of yourself now Prue: linger in the garden, make simple delicious food and read calming books. I recommend Tara Brach's talks on her website as well. xo
And yes, promise I'll take good care - I did a bit of lingering yesterday and today, some cooking and walking. Now to writing with the Terrier playing his squeaker music deafeningly next to me. It's his version of 'Look at me, look at me, look at meeeeeeee!' Sigh...
Prue your ability to find the joy even in the difficult is soothing and encouraging.
“but because people have things to say and a need to be acknowledged…“ and this, so true especially now when it feels as though everyone is busy telling their story, leaving very few to do the listening. What good is a story if no-one listens?
May you be peaceful
Thank you, Kate.
I suspect you have stories to tell... yes?
I'm not sure if listening comes from being a writer and absorbing things for 'future reference' or the fact that I have a couple of friends who always talk at one and never ask gentle questions and listen to the answers. Of course there may be another reason from childhood, but perhaps that's a story for another day ... or not
It's true that social media means we all have a mouthpiece, but golly it's nice to just sit back and absorb. I heard a doozy today... ;)
Kate, Absolutely beautiful things you say here!
I'm glad to hear that your recovery is coming along nicely. :).
And I would love to see this. Ha ha!:
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I had visions of the Terrier dashing down the corridors, plastic tubing caught round his legs, barking with JRT ebullience as staff chased him in what he would only think of as the best game ever!
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Ah, Olga, I doubt any hospital would ever be the same after the Terrier visited!
Absolutely wonderful from beginning to end. I’m so glad you’re taking care of yourself dear Prue. Surgery is scary. Trust you to look at the positive side of a hospital stay over Easter - peaceful and relaxing eh? Good on you. Best of luck for all that lies ahead. And thanks so much for always painting such vivid pictures with your words. Serenity, paradise, perfection. Thanks So much. 🤗🤗😘💕
Hi Beth. Truth is when they sent me for the CT Scan, I was petrified because I knew the result would mean surgery. By the time I was wheeled back to A&E, I was trembling, trying to cover it up by saying I was chilly.
Once they had sent me upstairs and tucked me up in bed with I/V antibiotics, I just decided it was all a fait accompli and it was better to get well and strong ready for surgery. No option really and there's an old saying: 'Don't bend the river.' So here I am...
I'm happy to hear you are on the mend, Prue. Thank you for your encouraging words.
Take good care, Julie
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"Loving solitude teaches one to be relatively self-sufficient." Beautiful. And true.
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Glad you are on the mend. Just curious why you believe the IDF purposely killed the food workers.
The three food vans were marked with their brand, they had informed the IDF (and been cleared) of their route. First one vehicle was shot, the people therein escaping to the second vehicle. Then the second vehicle was shot, the people escaping to the third vehicle. Then the third vehicle was shot with final and terrible results. It was systematic attack 1-2-3. As was indicated by the CEO of World Food Bank. Perhaps the USA is not getting the full reports of a terrible thing. There were multi-nationals on board (including Australian, English, Palestinian and Canadian nationals), it was an humanitarian convoy and it wasn't a hard convoy to identify.
My attitude at this point is most definitely not anti-Semitic, lest you think it is. My attitude is disgust and sorrow at war and what it turns people into. My attitude is actively anti-Netanyahu. As it is anti-Putin, anti- Erdoğan and so forth.
No one appears to have learned a thing from the monstrosities of previous wars (one of which my father fought for world peace). History is there, if only the world would take note...
It was a terrible mistake. Unintentional. https://www.timesofisrael.com/idf-dismisses-2-senior-officers-over-deadly-drone-strike-on-gaza-aid-convoy/
I shall take the word of the CEO and the UN on this, I guess. Absolutely no offence but when this is said by World Central Kitchen founder Jose Andreas from the link you have provided:
"... the IDF has “deployed deadly force without regard to its own protocols, chain of command and rules of engagement...We demand the creation of an independent commission to investigate the killings of our WCK colleagues. The IDF cannot credibly investigate its own failure in Gaza" then I think a world humanitarian commission is required for the sakes of those who died, for humanitarian work into the future and to make clear to the IDF what is and is not acceptable.
A terrible mistake indeed, as Israel says, but that won't heal the hearts of any who lose loved ones in this dreadful situation. On all sides.
Meanwhile, thousands would be alive had Hamas not gruesomely attacked Israel October 7.
No offence but this topic is closed. Thank you.
I too am so inspired by your generosity and open-heartedness in the midst of medical issues. Please take care, and I hope you’ll check in with your progress.
Oh, yes, the image of your pup tearing down hospital corridors, tubes attached, is priceless!
I have a friend who is a brilliant children's book illustrator, Dave Slaney, in the UK. He and I did a book together - Nugget, the Black Wombat. I think he'd depict the scene perfectly...
A golden egg on your breakfast tray, Prue - that's wonderful!
I am astonished (and warm all over, and feeling like a happy little Vegemite - thank you so much for linking to that gorgeous explanation of that phrase!) at the absolutely beautiful language you have used to describe your unexpected hospital stay. This post is so warm, empowering and positive, not to mention beautiful. I'm so glad that you're home, and I hope you're feeling well.
Those quinces look glorious. I had a line of three beautiful quince trees in the garden of my previous home - they'd been a birthday present that first year I lived there - I called them 'the golden pears'. They were prolific, almost dripping with huge, fragrant fruit year after year. There is no other smell on earth like the scent of a ripe quince. 😊
I so agree on the fragrance of quinces - it fills the whole house!
The chutney turned the most beautiful pale ruby colour. We had to grate them because they're such an unfriendly fruit compared to others. But hopefully worth it. The flavour's not too bad, we both like it.
We have so much more to do using up all the orchard fruit - we're thinking of jams, chutneys, fruit cakes and slices. Busy little bees, we'll be!
You always weave words together beautifully, Prue, but this time you've chosen threads of pure gold. So many lines I want to hold onto:
"The sky is bruised by the oncoming night..."
"I had visions of the Terrier dashing down the corridors, plastic tubing caught round his legs..."
"snipy little southerly that tries to raise goosebumps, but the sun beats it off"
"because people have things to say and a need to be acknowledged…"
That last line resonates the most deeply for me. And how I would love to taste your pears!
May your fitness regime now bring you any easy path in a few weeks. May you channel the energy of the little guy with the eternal power source!
Thank you, Elizabeth.
Maybe the bags of I/V lit something inside - who knows?
I confess when I wrote about the food convoy in Gaza, with a link to the CEO of World Food Bank, I was nervous because as is the way of social media these days, one is immediately branded and I was suspecting the sling 'anti-semitic' to pop up at any moment. I'm not, and never well be anything but anti-violence. A white feather is possibly my badge. Anyhoo - we shall see.
Oh, the pears! They are so creamy and delish and I would love to have a slice of brie or blue cheese with them. But perhaps not. If you were here, we could have a platter of them (the pears) together.
As to the little guy and his power source - he's a remarkable little thing. I do love him...
As always, so much to comment on. So pleased that this ordeal is over and like me, you sound very sensible and pro-active - the ideal patient, really. Loved this post - especially the sky being "bruised" and the pic of the pears on that very exceptional crate, AND the description of a Terrier in the hospital. I could imagine my own Stanley, jumping up and joyfully head-butting the specialist like a soccer hooligan! (He does this when he's overly excited, never to be nasty but it can be startling lol). You must take good care of yourself now Prue: linger in the garden, make simple delicious food and read calming books. I recommend Tara Brach's talks on her website as well. xo
Ah terriers - a type unto themselves.
And yes, promise I'll take good care - I did a bit of lingering yesterday and today, some cooking and walking. Now to writing with the Terrier playing his squeaker music deafeningly next to me. It's his version of 'Look at me, look at me, look at meeeeeeee!' Sigh...