findingjubilee

June 19, 2017

Giddyup

I rode three horses yesterday and two today, plus mucking and mowing, and general take-care-of-the-farm work. A year ago, I

Gordy is home for the week, taking a bit of a break from travel. That means I get a bit

I have my legs back. My feet, too, and — almost — my hands. Two weeks short of switching (some

I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to take that daily little pill to help my body

I couldn’t find this in my cancer tour guide book; the section on how to determine your cancer-free landmark. It is an important

What was your dream? You know, the one you carried for the longest, most persistent part of your childhood, hoping against

It took a big chunk of the weekend and professional help, but that massive pile of boxes sitting in the

A friend called me up today to see how I was doing in the aftermath of my bolt from

We’ve been traveling some steep emotional waves of late. Saying “we” is only true because I include us by our

I’ve been walking the back pasture with greater frequency. It’s because of school which is chaining my body to a

I am grateful for this new year. I am grateful to be alive, to be sitting at this desk beneath

There is this thing I do with the horses. Most of the time, they roam as a herd sharing —

I am keeping track and can now count on one hand the number of days until my next surgery. I

“Just is”– my new motto. I would have it tattooed on some part of my body if I were brave

Wednesday afternoons are reserved for my weekly doctor’s appointment. I clean off the sweat and dirt of a morning spent

I wanted to write about something else, something that had been cooking on my mind’s back burner for the better

What do you want to be when you grow up? Me, I wanted to be a therapist — a child therapist,

Reagan left. She was here for a week, shouldering by herself the big task of keeping me company in addition to completing

I am sitting upright now, a thing I haven’t been doing much of these last few days. Surgery on Tuesday went

Three months, give or take. I am, in a distance measured by time, three months down the road from the diagnosis and surgery