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 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. 🤗🤗😘💕
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!
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. 😊
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
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
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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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. 🤗🤗😘💕
I'm happy to hear you are on the mend, Prue. Thank you for your encouraging words.
Take good care, Julie
"Loving solitude teaches one to be relatively self-sufficient." Beautiful. And true.
Glad you are on the mend. Just curious why you believe the IDF purposely killed the food workers.
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!
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. 😊
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!
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