Riding the moonbeams...

I bouldered the ancient rocks of Grayson

In June, 2020

Bouldered, I say!!

Maybe I'll be able to do it again?

And if not, I did it then

I hiked four miles upon my beloved Roan 

In August, 2020

Four miles, I say!!

Maybe I'll be able to do it again?

And if not, I did it then

I biked seventeen miles up a mountain 

In September, 2020

Up a mountain, I say!!

Maybe I'll be able to do it again? 

And if not, I did it then

Since a few weeks ago

I've been able to walk almost normally

Up the stairs in our home 

In this May, 2021

Will it continue?

Cognitive, physical, neurological fatigue

Have eased these past three weeks

It's nice to be able to think

Beyond the confines of selfcare

Will it continue?

I observe

I wait

I continue

Maybe, just maybe

I can bid farewell to steroid epidurals 

I've felt the puncture into my lumbar spine 

Some 34 times, thus far

Maybe. just maybe

I can bid adieu to steroid trigger points

Nine jabs each time into my cervical spine

Some 45 rounds, thus far

And then wave goodbye to

Daily prednisone

Little white pills I swallow down

Some 3500 days' worth, thus far

Wow...

Could it be? 

Possible?

I will continue

I will wait

I will observe

I will wait

I will continue

Thank you my body

Thank you my brain

Thank you my heart

Thank you my entire being

For being my friend

For doing that which was needed

So we could survive

So we can now soar

Riding the moonbeams

With wings of the Luna moth...

Riding the rainbow

With wings of the butterfly... 

~*~

5/26/21

Prompt: "When you open your imagination, what is possible now that might not have been possible a year ago?"

~*~

The Roan ~ 8/09/20 
 From Jane Bald ~SoBo view on the AT
"Four miles, I say!!"

Lorax and Tree and Me

I relax my thorax

With help from The Lorax

"The Lorax?" You say

"What has the Lorax

To do with your thorax?"

The Lorax, you see

He speaks for the tree

Which has trunk and limbs

Similar to me

Xylem and phloem

Course through its veins

Feeding its limbs

Addressing their strains

Like xylem and phloem

Cells in my body

Talk with my brain

And when The Lorax speaks

He's addressing my pains

So I relax my thorax

With help from The Lorax 

And shared energy

From our friend, Tree

Lilies of the field

 Almost immediately after I wrote the words:

...But is there any such thing as irretrievable? 

Are the disappearers... 

~ those emotions, thoughts, revelations 

buried or drowned into oblivion ~

are they stored in an internal, mercurial, ethereal, other-conscious world,

seeded to emerge in some other form?

What is that form?

In what fashion does it manifest?

Dis-ease of the mind and body?

Dis-ease of the soul, even soul-suicide?...

(Though those aren't the exact words I originally wrote.

They emerged from a splatter of words on the screen.

I no longer have the original splatter.

I formed it into another shape,

Hopefully without losing the essence of the splatter,

So, actually, it is the original splatter, rearranged.)

After I wrote those words

My almost immediate thought was:

What about the joys?

Are not those stored too?

If traumas are stored, 

why not joys? 

Would not they also manifest?

In what form?

Could they manifest as 

life-ease, rather than dis-ease?

I sometimes say, after moments in the flow,

"Another good memory in the bank."

Perhaps as we accrue these deposits

They too will be excavated 

from the deep earth

to a more shallow level

where they can grow

like flowers from seeds

reaching up through the soil 

toward the light,

like sunflowers

or the lilies of the field.