I can see clouds from my hospital window, Steven, not as lovely as these here. Here in this place of alleged care your words,' a refined form of care' jump out at me.
I've yet to see the surgeon who will decide my fate, whether I need surgery or whether I can go home in plaster and with crutches. Two days after the event. He has rooms here and yet he hasn't come to tell me what goes. This is one of the aspects of the medical establishment, I despise. The tendency to keep people waiting.
As my husband says if he kept people waiting as long, he'd be without a job.
Sorry to gripe on but I feel imprisoned and beholden to the whims of others. Not a comfortable position.
I has taken me years to realize this sort of travel , beside, separate, caring more deeply- a sort of sixth sense when it comes to the "other". This poem is so peaceful and your clouds so dreamy- I am very comfortable here...thank you, yet again!
awww linda sue - well yeah. it's all about time and then also something of how we're made. accepting, persevering, tolerating, celebrating . . . lots of ings!!! steven
technobabe - joined at the hip - i tried it once and it didn't work. boring to see myself in someone else and her in me. nope . . .difference. that's the really exciting stuff. steven
I can see clouds from my hospital window, Steven, not as lovely as these here. Here in this place of alleged care your words,' a refined form of care' jump out at me.
ReplyDeleteI've yet to see the surgeon who will decide my fate, whether I need surgery or whether I can go home in plaster and with crutches. Two days after the event. He has rooms here and yet he hasn't come to tell me what goes. This is one of the aspects of the medical establishment, I despise. The tendency to keep people waiting.
As my husband says if he kept people waiting as long, he'd be without a job.
Sorry to gripe on but I feel imprisoned and beholden to the whims of others. Not a comfortable position.
Thanks Steven.
I think this highlights the wisdom of tolerance...
ReplyDeleteA pair can still wander lonely as a cloud.
ReplyDeleteWow. Despite it all, yes!
ReplyDeleteIf only we could expand that to encompass the whole world.
ReplyDeleteSounds like that romance lives on, to me. Spectacular cloud.
ReplyDeleteDespite the otherness is a great way to say it. Indeed. Compatibility does not mean joined at the hip and still it means more than friendship. Cool.
ReplyDeleteI has taken me years to realize this sort of travel , beside, separate, caring more deeply- a sort of sixth sense when it comes to the "other". This poem is so peaceful and your clouds so dreamy- I am very comfortable here...thank you, yet again!
ReplyDeleteYou've had some spectacular skies lately, Steven!
ReplyDeleteWow! That header is spectacular in the larger size!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful..Great Blog..
ReplyDeletehello dutchess and thankyou for visiting!!! wow have i ever risen above my station - a dutchess!!! steven
ReplyDeletewillow - a labour day weekend mess around with the blog time!! steven
ReplyDeletegolden west - the skies have been really cool - the air too! steven
ReplyDeleteawww linda sue - well yeah. it's all about time and then also something of how we're made. accepting, persevering, tolerating, celebrating . . . lots of ings!!! steven
ReplyDeletetechnobabe - joined at the hip - i tried it once and it didn't work. boring to see myself in someone else and her in me. nope . . .difference. that's the really exciting stuff. steven
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