BARNACLESMatters aquatic, actually more purely oceanic are the magnets of this moment. That, of course, is in addition to fleeting wonder as to how I and the body that houses me will survive the demands of becoming stronger and more mobile as I go through the apparently inevitable setbacks that are part of physical therapy. Knees that had begun to support me more reliably and consistently have chosen to buckle after what I think of as a particularly Herculean effort last week. My bounce-back factor leaves much to be desired. As an NBA fan, I watch experts sprint to aid an injured player and know there are some things that only money can buy. Just tell us where it hurts.
Recently Claire Beynon shared via Facebook the tale of a trapped humpback whale and the lengths to which its rescuers put themselves in jeopardy to see the creature freed. The story was most remarkable for descriptions of ways in which the whale acknowledged the courage and kindness of those who rushed to its aid.
I see myself in scarred, barnacled mammals. At times I am able to claim steadiness, perseverance, perhaps a bit of grace if not majesty, simple endurance. Before I lapse into unworthy sniveling, I will just say that, barnacles and all, I have found what for me is consistency in showing up at my own blog at least 10 times a month. With the arrival in my life of Gloria, The Reading Man and the citizens of Billington's Cove, I am inspired to try and write more often. The truth is, pain makes me witless and some days I am at the mercy - she laughed - of my physical self. Fitting all the pieces together requires more finesse, based on the barnacle population and the need for heat or ice packs.
Thank you for visiting, reading, any and all comments, and coming back. Thank you Lisa and Michelle for pointing me in this direction, giving me a shove and saying I didn't need to know just then why I wanted to launch this project. Time continues to reveal the answers. xo