Fresh Eyes

“Daddy— She has rainbow hair!” Thalia’s voice carried the wonder of the child who’d said as much yesterday while Typist signed in at the cancer clinic’s kiosk. Typist’s back was toward the child, scarf trailing between her shoulder blades.

“And Typist laughed out loud,” Cal said. “If only for a moment, our bald cancer patient was fascinating and beautiful to someone whose perspective was as fresh as the morning dew.”

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A word from Typist:

My platelets were too low for me to receive treatment.

I choose to see this as good fortune because:

• I believe there is divine wisdom at work beyond my understanding.

• I’ll feel good this weekend and can garden, kayak, and go to a concert.

• I am scheduled for breast imaging on Monday. When I see my oncologist next Thursday, we’ll evaluate next steps with more information. What if six infusions was enough to get rid of C?

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Sending out thanks to two friends:

One gifted me the bracelet pictured above that reminds me — I paint my life with the colors I choose. Rainbow hair indeed!

Another said something that I’m using creative license to shape into a question:

What if instead of concentrating our energy on the “how” of circumstance, we settle our energy into what “is”?
Is that presence?
Awareness, Acceptance, Action… Be like water my friend.