Friday, June 05, 2015
Small Things=Huge Things
I spent some time yesterday with clients. We're working on a mystery dinner theatre project. A whodunit in which all the guests take part with pre-written scripts and characters. It's fun. They'd also bought a significant quantity of my cards last summer. I take photos around the bay area, write a piece of poetry for the back of the card and this is all wrapped up with an envelope and cellophane and can be used for any event: birthday, anniversary, thank you, even in some cases sympathy. How thrilled was I when they reordered cards as they'd sold out.
Mein host had been ill, a few surgeries performed a couple of years ago triggered by massive scar tissue buildup from a poorly performed appendectomy when he was a child. It leaves him with pain ridden days interspersed with surprisingly "normal" days. There's nothing that can be done. And he was to watch everything he eats.
He said to me: "I wake up every day and my first thought is: I am grateful I don't have cancer."
After our meeting I did a walkabout with my camera, ruminating on what he'd said.. My first thought was: I am grateful I can walk again.
Being on my previous medication I couldn't. My "eye" was also back. When my brain and body were so deeply affected by that drug I saw beauty nowhere. Now, I see beauty everywhere. I took many pictures yesterday and thought of the bones of a poem for one.
I live in magnificence out here on the Edge. Around every corner there is another breathtaking sight.
I had dreamed of a life like this, many, many years ago. It is far beyond my expectations, as my dream just wasn't big enough.
As I write this, I look outside and see the goldfinches dancing in the pines on the beach.
I am with them.