January 6, 2013
Thank you for your generous notes of support and encouragement during this last small adventure.
And thank you, Lori. You kept the weekly deadline of my blog faithfully while also keeping your own. Your sharing was a gift to all the readers. And your sharing was a great comfort to me. I liked knowing that those who read and think with me weekly were continuing to think and read with you. Their privilege. My blessing.
As you all know, via Lori’s communication, after a brief over-night hospital stay, I spent the two weeks before Christmas in a Rehabilitation Facility. The experience provided significant new learning for me.
It provided a loss as well. I lost—permanently—any illusions that, like some distinguished types of cheese and wine, I might mellow and improve with age.
I am thinking that the best I can do—or the best any of us can do, as a matter of fact—is simply to do what we can do with what we have left at this time of life. And—whatever the paradox of doing something out of emptiness—the life-long challenge remains the same: the decision to come with strength and integrity to our task whatever our limitations of resources may prove to be.
I am ambivalent about setting the content of the blog for the next few weeks. Writing about a pre-Christmas stay in a skilled nursing facility has stories for many blogs, perhaps even for a small book. But I am uneasy about your potential response.
Wondering if you might, like me, prefer to begin the year with "happily-ever-after" stories.
How much discomfort is truth worth?
See you next week,