Evelyn: Finding us back here—climbing up and down the elevator, in and out of doors that are familiar. I didn't expect more surgery, or another stay. I wasn't expecting to be filled with concern, to move from the lighthearted space of swing classes into the uncertainty of fevers and cat-scans. At least I know I can trust what I find here, and the friendly faces that greet me and assure me that we will move through all of this and land back home...in a few days.
Monica: I've been in a funk the last couple of days. A quiet anxiety has enveloped me like a gossamer fog, clouding my vision and leaving me off-balance and uncertain. I can't seem to get unstuck from the deeper ruts of my life, and I fear the unsticking will manifest as something jarring and painful. There's nothing I can do but welcome it in and ride out. I know that this, too, shall pass.
No, I do not want to rescue you from that even passing feeling that can make us feel so bad, but I just want to be there to hold you, both and assure you that we are all in this together. The sky is blue and the wind tingle our skin and hair blows with it on this everlasting dance of life. Like a feather swirling within the winds just let yourselves be taking and enjoy the ride. Just for today.
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