Since I have been sick and now have begun a blog site entitled A FEW THING I WANT TO SAY BEFORE I DIE, I thought it might be helpful for me to offer a few words of explanation. I do not have dying, other than the daily dying, on my agenda and Polymyalgia Rheumatica, though annoying and painful, can hardly be considered terminal. What can I say: The Lord is my prednisone; I shall not want! This wonder drug which I certainly don’t want to stay on forever seems to have turned me into a new person. The memory of my illness has also done something new in me.
In a sense, of course, we are all terminal. We move through the days leaning on our ephemeral staff. A brush with illness can enable us to see, with clear eyes, the things we truly cherish, inviting us to renew our relationship with them. This is what is happening in my life. I am renewing relationships. I am practicing seeing with the 20/20 vision that actually comes from the heart. It’s the little things that heal–yet one must look to see.
Look at the sky, for a starter, and how it says something different at every moment.
Today spend time with the sky!