Hello again Lovely Readers!
When I traveled from Hawaii to LA at the end of March to have spine surgery, I never thought it would be early June before I was able to begin posting again. Thank you for being patient with me. I need all the patience I can get right now. Yes, the surgery was a success and far more needed then the imaging had been able to reveal. However (brace yourself for a succession of bad puns), there is no quick fix for damaged nerves, and so I am still limping along in a strange kind of limbo with a long windy road of rehabilitation ahead.Keeping my spirits ups during these last 8 weeks hasn’t been easy – later in the post I share part of the “playlist” that helped keep me engaged and inspired. I am eternally grateful to my Beloved,my dear friends, my amazing mother, and particularly my wiser than her years, beautiful, smart and strong (like her mum) daughter, for continuing to believe in the possibility of complete recovery, and support me during this sometimes hellish experience.
Being available (both emotionally and physically) for my daughter has been my primary focus since returning to Hawaii at the beginning of May. It was such a joy to be able to give her the much-needed and deserved attention.
It was also at times hard work -what with me finding my feet again and the lead up to final exams and then, her annual trip to her mother country-and highly emotional (which is why we needed to engage our senses in art-journaling). So now, with her safely on the other side of the pond for a month, I am able to give the lion’s share of my attention over to my own physical and creative needs.
Writing a book is often metaphorically compared to giving birth. Given that I am a writer and a mother it is easy for me to understand why-and to understand why it is so hard to do both at the same time. The way I see it, the writing process itself is the gestation/pregnancy though the trimesters are often years instead of months. Having the book accepted and then (finally) published is akin to the birth-process. It is similar to the period of time when the baby moves down into the birth canal and begins to prepare for the journey into the world. Promoting the book is the next milestone, the raising of the book, so to speak which hopefully is done in partnership with a great publisher. New World Library, are you still listening?
I’ll be posting regularly again and keeping you posted on my progress as well as letting you know about opportunities to engage your senses here in Hawaii as well as where ever you are. Because to paraphrase Yoga’s great teacher’s teacher Krisnamacharyi that is where engaging begins. Take time to find the beauty in your life and in your self….It is as necessary to your thrival (my word) as food and water. More about that in next week’s post.
I thought I’d end with a photo of Satine Bunny engaging her curiosity and her senses. For more bunny pictures click my Pinterest button on the upper right sidebar and then choose the “a dose of cute” board .
Wishing you the scent of ice-cream plumeria, the sound of palm fronds dancing in the breeze, the touch of gentle trade winds on your skin, and the taste of strawberry papayas from the big island on your tongue,
- Here is my engagingly eclectic “Complete Recovery” partial playlist for the senses. I ‘ll add more to the list(s) in subsequent posts. To hear and see the music listed below click EngagingtheSenses and then choose the Engagedsenses board.
- Foster the People– Don’t Stop (Color On the Walls)
- IZ: Somewhere over the Rainbow/its a wonderful world
- Jason Mraz: I’m yours (Live On Earth)
- Bill Withers: Lean On Me-Live
- Jack Johnson: Breakdown and Better Together
- Breathless– Jean Luc Goddard
- Strictly Ballroom– Baz Luhrman
- The Colbert Report
- Defiant Requiem- voices of resistance
the sign for making the most of what you have
on the human hand is a thumb at full right angle to the palm
for the owl it’s two talons forward two back a flexible foot
that crushes the prey and lifts it to the beak to the eyes
which are legally blind this is why the owl
hunts in the dark in the dusk when nothing is clearly seen
and why the owl’s eyes are fixed facing ahead to better focus
so its whole face swivels in each direction like the turret on a tank
the round plates of feathers surrounding the eyes collect the least sound
when it turns the owl is computing by geometry the exact
location of the mouse or snake or songbird
that moves imperceptibly in its nest toward which the owl
sets out from the hole in the tree the burrow the eave of the barn
and crosses the field in utter silence wing-feathers overlapped
to make no sound poor mouse poor rabbit
from the porch obbligato to the brook and the snuffling deer
intent on the gnarled worm-bitten apples we leave on the tree
I heard what must have been a Barred Owl or a Barn Owl
or a Lesser Horned Owl close by not deep in the woods
what I heard was less a call than a cry
a fragment repeating repeating a kind of shudder
which may be why the country people I come from
thought an owl was prescient ill-omen meant to unspool
the threads they’d gathered and wound I was a grown woman
when my father took the key from under the eave
and unlocked the door to the darkened house he had grown up in
and stepped across the threshold and said as he entered the empty room
hello Miss Sally as though his stepmother dead for weeks
were still in her usual chair
in the Medicine Wheel
the emblem for wisdom is the she for gratitude at dusk at dark
the farsighted owl strikes in utter silence when we hear it
from the tree or the barn what it announces
is already finished
—Ellen Bryant Voigt
lovely to read (see) you back, dear! I love the collages…. my comment ended up on another post I was reading too….
So sweet to hear from you! I went to your site and drank in the beautiful colors and landscapes of France. What a life your are leading so full of adventure. Well at least I’ve got my little garden and my bunny. It will be lovely to be in your company one day soon in Santa Fe!
Mahalo nui sweet Sabrina, for reminding us of the values that make our daily lives shining n truly moving forward in so many level and aspects. It s so true, we need to observe and appreciate the beauty in our day-to-day. What an accomplishment to have this perspective while going through the challenges you have been going through. Bravissimo! quite a lesson!
I didn’t realize the “born to do this” was made by you. WOW!! what a great collage! It fits so many moments in a woman’s life. It definitely gave me an uplift to keep going in my current moment with more acceptance.
Isn’t it interesting how little things like that make a difference in our life?
Another day, I was sad and while shopping veggies a lady getting the same next to me made some funny comments about eating & buying veggies. I started laughing n she started laughing and we bounded before even looking to each other. It was the most precious moment of that day! It felt like that person that I never met in this life time was SO THERE for me! Warming my heart in the best way possible: laughing! The value of Little Things.
Thank you for your kind words Elen….next to seeing Satine frolicking on the grass, reading your comment was the most precious moment of my day!