I'm growing new wings.
I've been molting for months, shedding little bits of me, sloughing them off in the rain, leaving markers scattered behind everywhere I travel. My skin feels bright pink and a little raw, sensitive to the crystalline winds that carry sea salt up and over the bluffs. This is, after all, the very nature of regeneration. And what is this time but intense regeneration; the death of the damaged and dangerous [cells], the birth of the new, fresh, hopeful.
Cellular renewal.
Two words I believe in as surely as the sun will rise tomorrow.
I'm a strong believer in chapters of life. We live a period of time in one place, be it mentally or physically, with certain trials that develop our character, new actors that enter at a pivotal scene, a climax that engulfs us and then,
suddenly,
the chapter closes with a few choice words.
Sometimes we feel it immediately, sometimes it takes the wisdom of hindsight, but either way what once was has passed. And when we flip that page, blotting out the translucence of yesterday, a clean space and a boldly written title mark the start of something new. The story has yet to be written, and although the first few sentences illuminate the way, the path is unknown and therefore can be full of possibilities.
Today, I can't help but feel this chapter winding down. I'm tempted to skim ahead and see what lies next, to speed read (as I do far too often in my own excitement), but life doesn't exactly work that way. The side effects from this last round are still heavy in my body, but I'm eagerly fingering that dogeared corner, ready to smooth that page flat and see what happens next. I think Thursday might be the start. I know how silly that sounds, pinpointing a day still in the future to mark the passage of time, but I think that's the date. I'm taking a short trip to one of the places on this earth I love best, meeting up with a friend who is quickly becoming entwined in my soul and painting the town bright cherry red. HUGELY celebrating the end and the beginning. My own alpha and omega. I'm ready to pack my bags now.
But before then, I have more to tell you, more to show you, more to GIVE you (ooooohh... sneaky sneak!) and a nap to take.
so
CHEERS!
because there is so much to celebrate,
- Umber
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Side Note #1
Medical Update: I AM done with Chemotherapy - shazzam - and almost ready to move onto the next phase of post-cancer-treatment. I've several weeks off (through to the new year) and then I'll begin radiation therapy, everyday for six weeks. And then, God willing, I'll talk about that one time I had cancer and kicked it's mutated little ass.
Side Note #2
Yes. The bird to whom these wings belong showed up in our dining room under the proud and boastful meow of Thai - NOT something I was happy to see. However still something that made my little heart swell with pride for my city-kitty, who at the age of 10 is finding and exercising his age-old instincts in this big back yard of ours. I'd rather it be the gophers, but I love seeing him tap into his heritage of hunting.
Side Note #3
Our pup loves brussel sprouts. Or more specifically the brussel sprout stalk we stripped and cleaned for him as the new most favorite toy. Losing his ever-loving mind. He gallops like a horse with a bright green banner in his mouth, snorting and woofing in those high-pitched puppy barks. He's my little snapping turtle with ten foot long legs who eats cruciferous vegetables. Oh love!
