Listening

Urania’s sigh was longer than an 18-wheeler. “Afternoon. How’d it get to be two o’clock in the afternoon?”

Ignoring the Muse of Determination, Thalia uncapped a red dry-erase marker and wrote on the plexiglass. “One, no shaving or blowdrying shortens the morning prep. Two, a breast cancer surviving friend of a friend is wearing Typist’s name on her shirt while participating in a cancer fundraising walk. Three, long delicious naps carry no shame. Four…”

Calliope’s cheeks took on a rosy hue.

Urania rested her forehead on her clasped fingers.

Thalia kept writing down #cancergifts.
In bold letters after 4 she wrote… A deepening of many relationships, including the one with herself.

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A word from Typist:

Cal and Nia are feeling like frauds as we wait for our next infusion. It’s like we have cancer… but since we’re not doing anything about it… Do we really?

This morning the muses and I were at a loss for what to write about. I sat down to close my eyes while sending out an open invitation for inspiration to visit. She failed to show and, I slept for two hours! I cannot logically explain my tiredness since I haven’t had chemo in 2 1/2 weeks. That said, I am listening to my body and trusting there is something happening beyond what I can see, feel, or explain.

This short video captured my attention for a few minutes.
You might find it interesting, too?