Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Good exercise

Jaune and I are tired today, both of us because we spent the day outside yesterday. She was out doing whatever it is a black cat does in 95 degree weather, and me sitting out in the shade of a tree, painting, stopping for lunch and a swim with a good friend, then stopping again for dinner with another good friend. Then finishing a book.

This vacation Laurent and Lucy and Emile are on in France is turning out to be not so bad for me.

I was trying to describe a feeling I had before the 2nd chemo session, as the fourth of July fireworks exploded and I walked to my friends' house to spend the night, friends who are also my sister's in-laws. The best I could do is this poem:

Now space calling wisps
Cardinal points expanding and evaporating
This surprise
My hair short shaved
On my fingers
Mine I see and dream
What delight
Cry with a heavy heart expanding and dissolving
Holding and loving what is only a dream

Update: Painting outside, day two.


  1. I wondered if Laurent would take Emile to France as well, and if that would give you some quiet space.

    Thinking of you.


  2. Yes, the quiet space is kind of nice. There usually isn't much of that around here. Thanks, Karen.

  3. Wow Julia - your words gave me chills just then. And I was honored to share that time and space with you, you such a dear and kind soul. I admire your bravery and for sharing yourself with us in this way.

  4. Thank you, Francesca. Thank you for your light.