Sunday, January 13, 2008


See wood s lot:

The light that was shadowed then
Was seen to be our lives,
Everything about us that love might wish to examine,
Then put away for a certain length of time, until
The whole is to be reviewed, and we turned toward each other.
The way we had come was all we could see
And it crept up on us, embarrassed
That there is so much to tell now, really now.
—"As We Know"

Yesterday I watched the DVD "Amandla! a Revolution in Four-Part Harmony." Gave me much to think about life during wartime and afterward.

Yesterday a letter came from my friend who is recovering from a stroke at the VA Hospital in Palo Alto, California. It was handwritten by his nurse and said that he is getting better everyday, that he is almost able to swallow again, that he is feeling good, that he is eager to go home, that the doctors say he can go home when he is able to walk by himself and eat.

He signed the letter. There is something about handwriting that is as recognizable as a voice or a face.

Thanks to all who have been sending prayers and encouraging thoughts in his direction!


Anonymous said...

I'm so happy for your friend -- and you. tarakuanyin

robin andrea said...

I'm glad that you heard from your friend. I hope his recovery is going well.

burning silo said...

Just catching up reading through your posts as I haven't had much time to spend online lately. It's good to hear that your friend is recovering from his stroke. I hope all continues to go well and that he'll be able to go home soon. People generally do so much better in their own homes. Take care. bev