Light is the grace that makes my morning fresh
A sense of gratitude for each day of my extended life
I can accept the world full of problems and greatness,
Diversity and innovation,new definition of fear.
Gradually I allow myself to add new pages to read
Every improvement faces new challenges
I will rise every morning with renewed vigor
To add living to life.


note: myself walking this morning to improve my strength.


I can romanticize the caregivers but their work is abundantly important.

My caregiver, Mrs. Abstract,has to wake up with me and has to be sure I’m safely back in bed.

Dress me, give me shower, prepare all my meals & all my medicines.

Mrs. Abstract has to do all her other works, like laundry, preparing herself for the the day. She has to do the work I use to do like taking out the garbage, vacuuming, getting the mail.

It’s easy to see why the caregivers burn out easily. They have to have a time for themselves.

Well being of the patient is first in their agenda. Theirs becomes secondary.

Our family & friends lend their hands to help Mrs. Abstract. Some bring food. Some stay with me to keep me company. She has to be with her friends also to deflect her stress.

My total gratitude to everyone for their cards, prayers, best wishes.



Why hide your presence from the multitude
The chair behind the window yielded once to your sitting
The surrounding air warmed to your breathing
Why write only about legends and heroism
About shyness and rendezvous
There are stories of equal splendor:
The passionate listening hands behind the stethoscopes, a warm blanket,
Comforting words and warm moist cloth on your face
That calm your thoughts wakened and suddenly frightened at the middle of the night.

Small things

You are watching a baby crawling
Beaming with vigor and joy
You remember your own enthusiasm
And struggles for achievement.

Discerning obstacles when stranded
You continue to gather firewood
Soon the restless sky will settle
You can build a fire and warm your hands.

You want to acquire silent wisdom
Of observation. You pause and nod
You want to have a clear view,
An understanding for small things.

There are places of encounter:
Between stories of strangers,
Words arranged in folded newspapers,
To start a poem or a new relationship.