To find solace in a tiny verse, wisdom in few words, is a glory indeed. I am still learning to be me, that painful, exciting process of looking backwards, and inwards, and forward. Like Sarton, I have sometimes sailed into tempestuous seas and torn my sails. Still they fly and help me through the winds of change. Not knowing what I shall next become, I wobble, ungloriously steering my course, guarding myself against further battering, but hell-bent to keep sailing.
Small joys keep life alive.
This morning as I drank my morning coffee, I saw a pair of cardinals dash by, two vivid red avian forms darting into a tree. I gasped, and pulled my hand to my chest, breathless with the rich joy of their beauty. I see cardinals rarely, and when they visit me, it is a magical gift. This brief vision was reason enough to live today. My patients grieve my going.