Grateful
At work today only 6 minutes late after swimming and garden picking and visiting friends. Grateful to walk in the door, steep as the steps felt to my knees. Lyme disease has become as much work to me as making art and running the gallery. I’d like to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time. In the night I wake in a tumult of voices and feelings in my head and body. The feelings, both physical and mental, profoundly dark, take my breath away. Who is speaking? How can these microscopic bacteria affect so many aspects of my life, even my thoughts? Some nights, I am curious, some nights scared and some nights just plain annoyed. And still this sunny Labor Day grateful to be alive, to swim, soak up a little sun and come to work, to paint, to talk to people, to write, to look at beautiful things and as much as I rightly bemoan it, to work and learn through Lyme.
