“The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection.”
It was not my intention to be away for so long; I guess I have been busy with being human~fragile, at times sad, hopelessly breakable. I have been a little dark cloud amid the magnificent late spring sunshine.
I have experienced what has felt like a month-long flu, which has made for miserable mornings and even more miserable afternoons. Sleep has been my only escape. By now I should be used to what lupus and fibromyalgia do to me, but I’m not. The pain has numbed my brain. Projects have been set aside. My camera goes untouched. I started my fiction novel in March, and I haven’t written a single word in weeks. I am also going through some intensely personal things; complicated things that hurt, things I can’t really talk about for the sake of others, things for which there is no other solution than to let go and move forward when all I feel is frozen.
My mind drifts to the celebratory passages that come with this time of year, the ones that create the deliciousness, the essence, of life. Graduations. Vacations. Bliss. It brings me to what illness has taken away, what I don’t get to experience in the here and now. As a young girl and later into my teens, I looked ahead into a future and saw a brave and inventive life. Today, on those days when I choose, and on those days when I literally have to fight for happiness, I am fueled by the thought that I still have a chance to create moments and milestones, that I still have time for bravery and invention.
There is always the future. Something different, something better, than what exists today.
Pain is both mask and unveiling. I have longed to hide away and not be seen, but when I can’t, I often successfully force a laugh or smile. However, healing doesn’t dwell in this well versed facade. It can only be born from the tears, vulnerability and freedom that come with being honest. I will get through this, just like I have before. As a sick person, I often feel like my circle of support and love is constantly growing smaller. In some ways it is true~some friends lose patience or drift away altogether~but my circle remains unbreakable in the most significant ways; my marriage is strong, my family unwavering, and my dearest friends will always understand. Projects will always be there waiting, and to them I will most definitely return.
I just need to feel better and get on with living, with both arms wide open.
Last month, in celebration of my husband’s 51st birthday, we enjoyed a four day escape to our state’s gorgeous coast. The Fort Bragg~Mendocino area is about a four hour drive from our home, and holds a special place in our collective heart. We spent many random long weekends and holidays in this splendid place prior to our wedding nearly seven years ago. We really haven’t had a chance to visit as much as we used to in the last few years-illness, our home, responsibilities, expenses and other needs have stood in the way of wants. Such is life. But that is what made this time away all the more special.
This amazing time together was the perfect way to celebrate my husband’s next trip around the sun~a good and loving man who deserves everything he dreams of. This time with him also returned me to a fundamental truth~travel, this earth, beauty and love, all of it reminds me that I am meant to be here. Alive, happy and aware.
Have a gorgeous week.