They can scoop out my insides and carve designs in what’s left, but until they dismantle my DNA I am still TRUE. Even carved, a pumpkin is TRUE.
© Michelle Routhieaux 2017
I am waiting for the trolley. I feel joy. I breathe in the cool night air. I breathe. I breathe… I feel calm. I listen intently to crickets and the sound of car tires over rail tracks and the wind. German discussions drift…
My hair blows softly over my face.
I’M FREE! (sigh)
I can’t explain the joy sitting here brings me. Folding laundry. Listening instead of just hearing. The deep appreciation of rising from the ashes, of being released from pain. I see colors. I taste. I feel God again.
19 days of pain have led to this beauty. I am set free. I savor the feeling. I know it is just for a time but this time is mine.
(break to talk with Ringo on the trolley)
(zap) I look forward to projects. I eat colors, swallow time. I am pink and the whole world sings. Of joy, of deliverance, of me. My face smiles without me. I watch. She is beautiful when she’s happy.
This week I realistically contemplated going in. Today I don’t need to. When I see my doctor tomorrow the pain will be a story. I will be able to talk, unlike last time, and to think. I think. Anyway, there is such a difference. Like flipping a switch. I am glad to be on this side.
I could not appreciate gift without loss. Now I take it in, prepare and wait. Rest. Thank you, God. Weepin’ may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning. Amen.
My whole body tingles.
Joy comes in the morning.
(sing Brett Michaels’ song “Joy Comin’.”)
As my muscles being to hurt again, remember this feeling.
I used all my energy today.
Now I’m melting.
At least I can poop.
7 If I can feel such joy on Earth, can you imagine what it’s like in heaven?
FG I don’t know.
Probly pretty awesome.
3 Sparkles and unicorns!
13 Dragons & fire.
25 Peace & quiet.
7 And angels.
13 I want to paint the sky with a dance and pour out the rain.
FG And for things to be okay.
3 Jesus will like my unicorn.
7 And I want to ride a sunset.
3 Jesus loves me.
FG I know, baby. He does.
Jesus loves me.
© Michelle Routhieaux 2012