“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” T.S. Eliot
I ended up in emergency AGAIN the other night.
For some people it is turning fall, others spring, and for me …. hospital emergency season. There were no bunnies or buds of flowers or even falling leaves, just lots and lots of people throwing up and whining about bloody boo-boos.
I tried to argue with hunny bunny that while I was happy to send my body in for repair, I was not completely sure why I had to go with it. Neither was I happy about it. Continue reading