I was feeling miserable and sorry for my self today. I caught some kind of intestinal bug, probably at the surgery center, and was sick at both ends. Just what I need when I can barely get to the bathroom.
My ankle is doing well. I now have a "boot" on it that can be removed for brief periods of time starting in a day or two. This will allow me to finally get in the shower. What happiness a shower will be!
I quit eating, took some Immodium, and lay on the couch to listen to my ipod until I started to feel better. I listened to Nora Jones, Enja, Lyle Lovett & a little Bob Dylan. I can feel my son rolling his eyes at Enja, but I enjoy her. I was going to include some some lyrics from the songs I liked, but changed my mind after talking to my daughter who asked for a happy poem. This is not quite happy, but is peaceful and that's the best I can do today.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry
