a heart a thousand smiles deep
ricochets its passion in a thousand pings
wall to wall written by hands
leaving ruby messages from a thousand lands
a thousand embraces from faces
reaching through wireless abyss
tender stroke of phantom fingers
assure a restless mind that wanders
a calling called forth in a thousand tomes
fertilized by your generous love
cradled in a thousand arms
this home, my heart will gladly roam
~ Emily C.
This is a small tribute to you, my readers. I have been in a writing lull given the distractions in my life that have demanded my focus, but I want to recognize you all today as I have surpassed the 1000 follower mark. Deepest gratitude for your tremendous support and loyalty!
I am giving my brain the rest it needs while I work on the body and my continued recovery. I’m taking it one gradual day at a time, but I am definitely improved from where I have been over the last several months. I’m no longer clinging to walls when I walk through the house, but I still have a ways to go before I get myself to where I need to be. I’m seeing my vestibular therapist regularly and doing the assigned balance exercises. And as brutally basic and slow as they are (getting in and out of a chair, walking laps in a hallway, slow tai chi movements, walking…), they are what my brain needs to begin the rewiring so that some day….some day…maybe I’ll be able to run again, ride a bike, and swim again.
Do me a favor…use your body. You never know if a day may come when you suddenly can’t. My life changed 7 years ago after a bad cold and a virus in my inner ear. I haven’t been 100% since. But, dammit, if I haven’t lived the hell out of life the best I could anyway. Now, I just have to lay the foundation so I can live the way I am happiest. Never take a moment for granted. Never. And never judge anyone with a chronic health challenge you can’t see or understand. Someday it may be you. Be that person you’d want to be there for you.
Thanks, again, friends. I’m honored by your presence here. I never expected it. I certainly never expected to write over a thousand poems in a year.
I don’t want to lose momentum, I just needed to come up for air.
On that note. Would you be interested in a book from me?