One of my guilty pleasures is a Hallmark Channel tv show where things always seem to turn out just right. When the town needed a new something and the money wasn't in the budget, magically, a young intern decided to go through some old dusty accounting ledgers in the attic and an old bank account was discovered containing just the amount of money needed. It's like magic. I loved the idea of money turning up just when it was needed.

Last month, I was being really raw and honest. It was important to me that people understand our journey is not over.

But along the journey, there's always room for sweetness and light.

Some people say we must make room for good things. I don't think that's true. There's always room for goodness. You just need eyes to see.

The next step for Dominic's eyes was special contact lenses. The theory is they protect his own lenses from damage that his own system can no longer accomplish due to his new immune system attacking them. This prognosis was not made lightly. He climbed the ranks of specialists and tried numerous treatments before landing here. Insurance denied coverage for this. We decided to pay out of pocket because this is so important to Dom's quality of life. It is more than an artist keeping his vision, which alone is tremendous, it is also a pain management solution.  He went in for a fitting and just having contacts in for a short while brought immediate relief. He was really looking forward to acquiring his new lenses and being able to see, and more importantly, see with less discomfort.

In the interim of the fitting and his contacts being made, a dear friend of ours asked if she could bring something to us. We thought she'd be bringing a homemade meal or pastries. We sat outside and she told us this story. 

She's a part of a group of talented women artists, the 428 Collective. They've been together for years and support one another and their work. Somewhere along the line, they'd opened a bank account for their endeavors. Over time, especially Covid time, the account was forgotten, the world shut down and art shows were on hold for a while. The bank called one of the account holders and instructed that if the account remained inactive, the money would be turned over to the state. So they talked amongst themselves about this forgotten cache and decided to have a dinner with the proceeds. What a gorgeous dinner it looks like. After the year we have all had, how delightful it must have been to gather and connect. This alone makes me happy. Where lovely, strong women gather, beautiful things happen.

The expenditure for the dinner did not exhaust all the money in the account. As they sat around under the twinkling lights they discussed how to spend the rest of this unearthed treasure. Some of the ladies know Dominic, and he had come up in conversation for updates on his health. It was decided then, that the remainder of the money should go to Dominic. It was almost exactly enough to cover the lenses, with a little more leftover to buy the solutions to go with the lenses.

I will leave each of you to name this goodness what you will. For me, I am ever so grateful we are seen and cared for, and our needs are covered from the most unexpected places. 

Thank you 428 Collective for your generosity. Thank Goodness for generosity and kindness and love and compassion.

Post Script: The contacts are in and they are providing relief and protection. Dom is beyond happy.

The Winds of Change?

The wind was howling last night. I'd fallen asleep early, like any good stodgy 40 something year old should do on New Year's Eve. The air always feels different to me on this once a year day. Though I resist the notion that the day is any different than the other 364, resistance alone says this day is different.  I don't make resolutions. I don't come up with a word. I don't know why not. I just don't.
Well. I do know why not. Because life happens in ways we cannot predict. I know now better than ever that any resolution I made on the eve of 2017 or 2018 would be miniscule in the face of the resolve I would have to muster to just exist.
I was grumpy last night. Out of sorts. I'm struggling to transition from Red Alert to hopeful.
The wind howled.
I'd put some of Christmas away yesterday, and it sat in bins on the back porch just outside the bedroom. I wondered if I'd snapped the lids, or if three generations of ornaments and ephemera would be flying through the field behind our house.
I'd remarked earlier how we'd spent last New Year's Eve in the apartment beneath elephants wearing cement shoes. We thought we were safe as we nestled asleep by ten. Only to be awakened when the bars closed and the elephants came home and trumpeted through the night and almost up until our doctor's appointment at 8 am.
I thought this year would be different. On so many levels.
But the wind howled.
Someone suggested yesterday, as I closed the year with an afternoon yoga class, that we not spend our last hours of 2018 pressing early into 2019, but that we look back over the year and acknowledge our accomplishments.
I survived?

I listed my accomplishments over dinner, but they came out more as frantic arm waving.
How does one quantify the accomplishment of spending the greater part of two years in a hell not of one's own making? And surviving.

I'm so shortsighted as a person though.
There just didn't seem to be enough time in December. I had it planned one way, and then some things came up and I spent a great deal of time doing things I did not expect to be doing. You'd think after 18 months being on the crazy roller coaster schedule we have been on that I'd roll with it. But, I spent most of December feeling a frenzy. Feeling like I couldn't do it all. Feeling defeated. When will I learn that life is all the days before and all the days after that one moment? I would tease people when they'd ask how are you in the thick of our crisis. "Living the dream," I'd say, Dominic in a hospital bed and me heartbroken for him. It was a sarcastic stab at humor. But it was more than that. It was truth. He and I had had many happy moments before, and will have many to come. Things may be difficult, our struggle may be extra, but we're not limited to living in the worst of those difficult moments. Tomorrow is here.

A friend gave me daffodil bulbs.  The first flowers of spring, I heard. They are my birthday flower. When I see the daffodil, I know both that spring is coming, and that I am older. But the daffodil is magic. I don't feel older. It doesn't bring with it the baggage of aging that humans have built an industry around resisting. It simply affirms to me that I exist. It speaks to me that there is beauty. There is spring. There is hope.
Wikipedia says the narcissus has conspicuous flowers.
If I must be conspicuous in anything, I should hope I could be as affirming and magical as a flower.

I'm sitting with my back pressed against the wall heater. Dominic is still sleeping, still mending. We're both on bridges right now. He's coming back to life. What has he accomplished in 2018? Basically, a life time.  He reverted to a sort of infancy in the ravages of the disease and has fought his way back to standing on his own. It takes newborns several years to accomplish what he has in 5 months. He has walked down our little hill to the car and back to the house and uses only a cane in the house now. He's very hopeful for the year. He's eager to work and travel.

I'm not there yet.

Aside of the fact that I'm a home body, we were away from home nearly 6 months just this year, the idea of making plans, of being out and about scares me. I need stability to seep into my bones a little more. My accomplishment for 2019 will be steeping in goodness. There. I've blogged my way into an intention for the new year.

But how?

2019 came in like a lion. I lay awake wondering if the venerable oak trees book-ending our house would topple in on us. The wind howled and I could hear things crashing and banging outside. One thing that banged a lot is one of those curtain screens with magnets to hold it together. The magnets rhythmically hit the wall and I think one of the first things I will do in 2019 is get rid of it. I'd left it there through other storms thinking it would be of service in the summer. Perhaps I will get rid of it, and something better will appear at the right time. It will be the first of many things I will let go of to make room for what is to come.

I will continue to be grateful for all we've been given and all the love we've felt.


A friend suggested last night's winds are the winds of change.
I hope so.
I hope they have thoroughly cleared out anything that is keeping me from letting goodness seep into my bones. They have shown me I must make way for the new. Though the winds howled all night and stole my sleep, they left the gift of hope.

I am hopeful for us all this new year. Hopeful we will all find goodness to seep into our bones. Hopeful we will all make space for something better. Hopeful I can be part of the goodness in my own life and yours.

Happy new year to all far and wide.

Continuing thoughts on seeing the good

I've been pondering the events of a recent yoga class. There were two women in the front row I'd never seen before. Their behavior was so bad, for a moment, I was transported back to Junior High. Never did I think I would hear a grown women mouthing back to a teacher, "but I wasn't the one who was talking," petulant and defiant, when she was asked to move by the teacher. Mind you, this yoga is quiet, no talking, (certainly no moaning or chanting) and really, no whining. I guess she didn't get the memo.
That said, I was extra peeved when the woman moved across the room and stepped on my towel, where in one hour I would be putting my face. I don't care if you think you are the bees knees, keep your dirty germ boat feet off my towel. It's not that difficult. And the final straw was when I went looking for my boots after class, and discovered she had dropped her stinky, sweaty/wet mat right on top of them. It wasn't personal. It was just more of her inconsiderate behavior.
I was so disgusted, I was tempted to go on a jag about how awful people are. Then I thought about how many people were in the class. Out of about 25 people, only a handful were terrible. As I said in my last post, if we look for the good, we will find it. While I think it's very important to look for the good in people; in this case, I had to stretch it out, and look for the good in the group. It was reassuring to remind myself most of the people next to me in yoga are lovely. Most of our classes pass without incident. Most of the time, I am met with a smile, and a heart felt "how are you?" I love my yoga family. Instead of dwelling on how awful this particular woman's behavior was, and feeling pessimistic about society, I'll reflect on the wonderful people that come and share their (positive) energy.

Finding what You are Looking For

I was on a mission. The truth of a person's character became very important to me. I had at my fingertips this person's own words, shared in supposed anonymity.
It was important to me on one hand to vilify this person, and on another hand, it was important to only deal in the truth, and on the third hand, it was important to me to embrace the possibility this person was actually a very nice likable person. (Who knew I had 3 hands!)
Here's what I found. No one is all good, or all bad. Duh, right?
As I waded through the dialogue, I grew to like this person, and to have compassion on her situation. Isn't that crazy? I set out to prove to myself her character is shady, and instead wanted to give her a hug and tell her it would get better. And the third hand is the reason why. I did find terrible things about this person. My suspicions were confirmed. But, I left myself open to the possibility of her goodness, and I found that too.
Last night at yoga, someone mentioned to me that he needed to stop caring so much about what other people do that irritates him. Here here. I need more of that too. How does the saying go? When I point a finger at someone else there are three pointing back at me. I do believe we need to assess people, and not put ourselves in harm's way. Outside of that, we need to see the goodness in people. Even if they've wronged us, be it a minor irritation or a betrayal, they are not all bad. So, I think if we approach people, looking for their goodness, we will find it. And how much more beautiful the world is when instead of reacting in irritation, we bask in goodness.