Braiding by Li-Young Lee is one of my all time favorite poems. The quote above has been kicking around in my mind since the accident.
Love, how the hours accumulate. Uncountable.
The trees grow tall, some people walk away
and diminish forever.
The damp pewter days slip around without warning
and we cross over one year and one year.
( Weekend and other madness )
This afternoon I have the appointment with my Ortho to see if I can start putting weight on the leg again (oh please oh please oh please). It would be nice if I could also get clearance to drive. Actually, at this point, driving is almost more important to me than walking -- it would eliminate the need for me to hitch rides to doctor's appointments, it would enable me to get from job to job without hassle, and it would enable me to go out and do some shopping on my own before the holiday. But I'm not hopeful.
Love, how the hours accumulate. Uncountable.
The trees grow tall, some people walk away
and diminish forever.
The damp pewter days slip around without warning
and we cross over one year and one year.
( Weekend and other madness )
This afternoon I have the appointment with my Ortho to see if I can start putting weight on the leg again (oh please oh please oh please). It would be nice if I could also get clearance to drive. Actually, at this point, driving is almost more important to me than walking -- it would eliminate the need for me to hitch rides to doctor's appointments, it would enable me to get from job to job without hassle, and it would enable me to go out and do some shopping on my own before the holiday. But I'm not hopeful.