Nia was prepared. Pencils, check. Laptop, check. Sketch pads, check. Power cords, fancy crayons, how to draw a horse instructions, three books, and every piece of cancer related material she’s been given. Check. On their way into the building, Calliope fought tears, while Nia filled out the self-directed computer check-in.
The beauty of the muses is really shining here Gail! Love the descriptions and the complexity of feeling different ways and emotions simultaneously and being able to focus and remain open. As I put my Gail Glasses on with those interchangeable lenses like in National Treasure your world becomes identifiable and I can see my own day differently. Really appreciate you sharing your experience and your creative expression.
Continuing to think of you and admiring your honesty and willingness to share with us.
Not unlike being there as the day unfolded, Gail. As I read the list of items assembled for the day, Thoreau’s remark on possessions, from Walden, came to mind. Having more than we can carry on our backs, when we move,
constitutes excess. Oops! Forgot? With your tripartite entourage of mules, umm, Muses, that’s four backs total!
That they also carried the full range of emotions for the day gave reader a glimpse of what the day conjured up. No Candid Camera required!
This might be a bit voyeuristic to say, but I look forward to your tracking of this journey. You representing Ulysses. The Muses? The Sirens…
Gracefully executed all the same! I liked Tal’s words of equivalence for how the “anti-side affect” medication affected you. I was most intrigued by the thought of a whole amaretto cheesecake. I think you once shared your recipe for one.
I hope any apprehension you may have harbored was neutralized by getting the first session behind you. And just as Dorothy announced in The Wizard of Oz, “There’s no place like home!”
The beauty of the muses is really shining here Gail! Love the descriptions and the complexity of feeling different ways and emotions simultaneously and being able to focus and remain open. As I put my Gail Glasses on with those interchangeable lenses like in National Treasure your world becomes identifiable and I can see my own day differently. Really appreciate you sharing your experience and your creative expression.
Continuing to think of you and admiring your honesty and willingness to share with us.
Not unlike being there as the day unfolded, Gail. As I read the list of items assembled for the day, Thoreau’s remark on possessions, from Walden, came to mind. Having more than we can carry on our backs, when we move,
constitutes excess. Oops! Forgot? With your tripartite entourage of mules, umm, Muses, that’s four backs total!
That they also carried the full range of emotions for the day gave reader a glimpse of what the day conjured up. No Candid Camera required!
This might be a bit voyeuristic to say, but I look forward to your tracking of this journey. You representing Ulysses. The Muses? The Sirens…
Enjoy your freedom for a few days, Gail. And never say no to napping--the best thing for your body.
HANDLE STRESS LIKE A DOG. If you can’t eat it or play with it, pee on it and walk away. 😁
{*{*hugs*}*}
Gracefully executed all the same! I liked Tal’s words of equivalence for how the “anti-side affect” medication affected you. I was most intrigued by the thought of a whole amaretto cheesecake. I think you once shared your recipe for one.
I hope any apprehension you may have harbored was neutralized by getting the first session behind you. And just as Dorothy announced in The Wizard of Oz, “There’s no place like home!”
I just want to say that I love everything about this thread! I particularly love the interaction amongst Typist’s readers and the Girl’s fans!
This post is a testament to everything I believe Typist (Gail) hoped might come from this blog…
I want to express my #Gratitude to each of you for enriching my life! I Am Blessed! 🙏🏼🕊🙏🏼