Into the Light

I have been home from hospital for a week and a day,

and I am feeling fine

after having some major repairs

and a full hysterectomy.

There I've said it!

named what used to be the unmentionable

"women's troubles".

Today the morning is beautifully sunny

after the first frost following the warm winter weather,

and so well am I

that I ventured a walk on my own

to skirt the top of the park.

My mind reached ahead of me

to past the walled garden

and the path with the view over the village,

but my body whispered a warning

that I would have to walk the same distance back

so I obediently turned onto a path

which brought me home. 

 Sitting sipping my tea 

I look over at the pinks 

my younger granddaughter Rachel bought me,

and rejoice in

the contrast of 
soft magenta

against the aqua walls.

So many contrasts in life.

This operation and recovery

so different
from the experience

last May.

Then, 

there was my difficulty with the anaesthetic,

and problems in the recovery room.

This time, the spinal block with no difficulties,

and news of a new general anaesthetic

which should be safe for the future.

Then, months of weakness and incapacity,

now, feeling unbelievably strong and well.

Shadow and light.
Light and shadow

My present recovery and feelings of well being

seem like a sunburst in my spirit

after the fear that I might again
have months of the "non-being" I had previously,

and the anxiety this caused hubby.
But...

And without the strength that grows
as we wait in the dark,

would we be illumined or transformed

by the light?

 Both light and shadow 

are the dance of Love. 

(Rumi )

God Bless