Last night, Paul did some really good work and spent his evening writing out who he wants to be and what he wants to do. After he was done with his first draft, he read me an inspiring list of his dreams and desires. I was lifted up and inspired. But I could tell he wasn’t feeling the same. I asked him how it made him feel. He shared, with a heavy heart, he wasn’t sure what the bridge was from here to there. He didn’t know if he knew how to or could actually get there.

I totally get that. I relate to it in the marrow of my bones. As I was talking to him though, I felt that it was me being talked to. I hope it helped him a bit, because it REALLY helped me.

Here’s roughly what I heard in what I said:

Read through that description again of the life you want to live. Think about what it will feel like to be living that life. Imagine it. Not just for a minute, but really spend some time to be with it.

What does it feel like? How does it make you feel? How does it taste?

Embrace it, hold those sensations. Become familiar with the feeling and sensations you’d experience if you were living the life of your passions and dreams. Get so thoroughly acquainted with them that you would recognize them anywhere.

Now comes the bridge building part. For us, bridge building isn’t as stationary as it is when you literally construct a bridge from one side of a ravine to another. It’s a journey, where things are always changing, always evolving, and always moving. Our bridge building is happening on a spiritual, non-linear plane. Our spiritual and life landscape won’t have a set beginning ravine on one side and a set ravine on the other. At least, it won’t if we are seeking and following a path of spiritual and personal experiences and growth.

There is no real or certain way to have blueprints that you can unroll, look at, verify your materials and measurements, and then roll and tuck into your pocket for safekeeping. You won’t know exactly what you are going to have built once you are done. Not exactly.

But remember when we were talking about getting familiar with what it would feel like to be living the life we want to create and know for ourselves? Remember those sensations that we got intimately familiar with? That taste? That’s the closest thing to a blueprint we are going to have. We are on a spiritual and life path. With the declaration of our dreams and desires… with our intentions, we have put out a breadcrumb trail for ourselves. True, there will be breadcrumbs everywhere, in every direction. People have spread them all around, so thick that we can’t even see that there is a path at all. So how do we know where our path is? Where do we go? What crumbs lead to where we have set out to go?

Breathe. A deep breath. Get grounded and remember the taste of your intentions for your life. Remember the tang or the sweetness… the mildness or the rich buttery flavor… whatever your dreams and desires taste like… remember that. And then, observe first breadcrumb you find on the path ahead of you. You may look at some and instantly know - my breadcrumbs have a flaky light brown crust - not hard and dark. And you can readily dismiss it. Next crumb, it might take as little as a sniff for you to know FOR SURE… this isn’t how mine smelled. And you turn to the next. This one looks right, smells a little more familiar, but now, you have to take a taste. You might have a slew of crumbs that look right and smell right — and you might have to compare. None of them may be spot on - and if not, pick the one that is the closest. Then you proceed to the next crumbs placed before you, and then again. Follow those sensations that you memorized… the taste, smell and feel you recognize instantly as your path.

Sounds a little daunting in terms of getting that bridge built and getting from here to there, doesn’t it? But that’s only as you first start out. The breadcrumbs will thin. The paths will become more obvious. It will happen - as long as you set out. If you sit down for a time, it will take longer. That’s not always a bad thing. Sometimes we need rest. For others, there is a sense of urgency and they’ve strapped on their traveling packs and are setting out to find out. Some it will take what may be or seem like lifetimes to follow their breadcrumbs, and for others, it may take only what appears to be a day. It’s all good. It’s your journey. Seriously, it’s all good.

Paul & Amira are napping. I just finished doing Monday’s ezine prep for Dana. I was about to surf the web, or pull out one of the many books that I want to read, when I saw that have a perfect little window to write. I almost talked myself out of it because; heck, surfing la web or reading a book is so much easier than writing.

I’m nearly complete with the downsizing craziness. And for all its craziness, it managed to somehow also be terribly monotonous too. It wouldn’t, WOULD NOT, die. Still it sputters on. Little things like the donation truck having to reschedule for the third time are driving me nuts. There remain piles of books that still need to be sorted, sold or donated. There are boxed files sitting against the living room wall with no tucked away, neatly appointed home. There are a few remaining pieces that need to be relisted on Craigslist or eBay and sold. Yet I’m close, so close.

With that closeness right next to me, holding my hand, I feel nervous excitement for what’s next. For example, Paul & I spent time creating an aggressive budget and savings plan. We want our full-time RV adventure to come and it is dependent on our saving money to buy our new home on wheels. (By the way, Amira asked if we could have a “pet horse” with us when we go on the road… I told her they were much too big and she felt I was being pessimistic and that we could simply tow a horse trailer behind our 5th wheel…)

This whole aggressive savings idea brings me back to the space of being both a money earner while a stay at home mom. I did decently earning money on eBay with my artwork. I don’t know if that will be possible given the economy now or not. I’ve thought about reselling on eBay (have seen a couple of examples of folks doing pretty nicely, especially once they found a niche market). I’ve even thought about further developing my health blog and its traffic. Maybe a combination of all of the above, or something else entirely, will be the way for me to meet my goals. I don’t know.

I do know that I get excited about the idea of painting again. Nervous too. I am in such a profoundly different mindset today than I was the last time I stood; brush in hand, in front of my easel. I’m eager to see how it colors (haha – look at that, an unintentional pun that makes me giggle!) my artwork. And, who I am evolves and shifts at such a rate, I can’t help by wonder how that be reflected onto my canvases. If the sun changed color, moonlight would take on a different glow, right?

Robert Heller said “Fear is excitement without breath.” (Note to self: Google Robert Heller to find out who he is…) My current internal landscape is a few rungs down from fear. Still, I’m clear I need to remember to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Have you noticed how transformative breathing is? In. Out. Long, deep thoughtful breaths move me from frenetic, disjointed and unaware movements to a synergistic, easy, conscious way of being and behaving. All with something as little as breathing. Amazing.

Anyway. I’d better wake up my beautiful, lovely sleepy heads before they sleep too long and end up awake into the wee hours of the morning. Thanks for sitting with me in this little window of time. I enjoyed it.

The rain is coming down, every tree branch, every plant leaf a slolam course for fat drops racing each the other to the earth. The grey sky has no texture, both bright and dark to the eye. Bare alders look like blood vessels and capillaries jutting into the sky and then abruptly ending without warning or cause.

A duck quacks loud and annoyed. He clearly woke up on the wrong side of the pond. He’s been kvetching all day.

I’m sitting in the leather chair, knees curled up, feet resting on the matching hassock. Over my legs, I have a thick fuzzy brown blanket that’s doing a lovely job of keeping me warm. Paul’s at his computer. His feet are resting on the table’s supports underneath, his feet moving up and down as though pumping an invisible organ. His mouse hand taps out that rhythm, fast and percussive, that he always taps out when he’s programming. In the bedroom, Amira is either awake or asleep. I don’t know. I’m guessing awake.

Tova’s asleep on his bed with a remaining piece of chewed cardboard under his nose. There is a light snore whispering with each breath. Muta jumps briefly when I move to look at him. He quickly settles back in. He weighs less than 8 lbs. Still he’s taking up the whole couch.

The sun must have set behind the curtain of grey. Suddenly, there is depth and contrast in the sky. Darker clouds in front of lighter, and lighter overlapping darker.

There goes the duck again. Quack-kvetch-a-quack-quack!

This is the first day I’ve sat down to write in months. The process feels wobbly. Much has happened over the last while and I want to try to begin the work of writing it. Seismic changes on my internal landscape and geography have formed new valleys and mountains in my soul. My spirit soars. It reminds me of the fearsome, breath-taking views at Glacier Nat’l Park. There too, my spirit grows larger than me. It is probably the only time that I’d say it is okay that I can’t breathe. Well, I can breathe… only in gasps and swallows of awe.

As I’m writing, it occurs to me that my life is bigger, freer and open to unlimited possibility in a way it never has been before. What has been years in the making has finally happened. Last year, I finally released my need to hang onto what had become the scraps and tattered remains of my Christianity. There probably is a book to write filled with what took me from there to here. It’s a memoir spanning 20 years, if not 30. I won’t start an outline right away though - as I’m sure it would be an interesting read to an audience of, oh, one. But, this last year, finally… FINALLY severed that last thin and tenuous thread. I was released, free. And, at the risk of making a bad pun, Thank God! Free!

I have to believe that the timing of this is exactly what it should be. I have to put away the temptation of wishing it had happened 10-15 years before now. Yet my journey was and is just that - my journey.It’s the perfect time line and the perfect outcome.

Hence, the new land - new, foreign mountains and valleys. It’s thrilling with a chaser of “Where do I go now? No path looks familiar, nothing looks like anything I’ve seen before.” I’m looking for new trail maps, guides and traveling companions. I already found some. Not surprisingly (when I think about it), they were next to me waiting all along. They were with me, next to me - waiting, speaking, and loving me. They’ve been here, even before my eyes, ears and heart were aware they were. What a gift to see them now. Constant. Eternal. Loving. And. Right There!

It’s like the view of my day, my life. The rain, my family, the duck and the sky. It’s always been there, whether I took notice or not. I hope my language and understanding will become more facile as I go. Suffice it to say, for now, NOW that I’m looking, I’m transformed by it all.

I’m wondering how many times it will take. I’ve had this realization countless times. I’ve written about it here. I haven’t searched to find out just how many, but I’m sure it is an cheek-blushingly high number. Posting to Facebook doesn’t cut it. Composing lengthy emails to friends gets closer, but it’s not it either. I use these as placeholders. I feel their inadequacy, even when I don’t know it.

I crossed paths with a quote by a playwright/screenwriter recently that, often, reflects how I feel about writing: “I don’t like to write, but I love to have written.” Sometimes, while in the moment, I do enjoy it. Mostly though, the work of writing is stretching, awkward, and laborious. It is rewarding, but not in a instant-gratification-sugar-high kind of way.

“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means.”
-Joan Didion

Writing is similar to photography - it requires a consciousness. It asks me to be aware of life (and not just my own). It invites me to see it, record it, review it and breathe it in again a second time. The brilliant and magical part of it to me? The second time around is no less new.

It’s been just over a week since my surgery. I went in, last Wednesday morning, very nervous and literally shaking. As they sat in me in the chair, hooked up the heart monitors, put me on an IV, I reminded myself to breathe. I watched my quickened heart beats on the monitor and willed it to slow. I didn’t have any success.

The doctor finally appeared and asked how I was doing. I mumbled something about as good as could be expected given the circumstances. He smiled and ran over one more time what was going to be done and how I would feel after I woke up from the anesthesia. I don’t remember getting sleepy or falling asleep.

I woke up to the doctor talking to me. They were finishing up something and he was telling me about it, but I have no idea what they were doing or even what he said. I can’t remember. I was shaking. I woke up terribly cold. Apparently, that’s normal.

The good news, the surgery was predicted to last 1-1/2 to 2 hours. I was done in an hour. My post-op pain was minor. It wasn’t until the 3rd day post op that I stopped focusing on my mouth and the soreness I felt. That day, the swelling had subsided enough that I could attempt a smile. And by myself, in front of the mirror behind the closed bathroom door, I did.

I have a confession. Prior to the surgery, I took photos of myself. I took them into Photoshop and tried to mimic what I might look like after the surgery. I blacked out the teeth I knew I was going to lose. I wanted to prepare myself.

Standing in the bathroom, looking at my smile, Photoshop or not, I wasn’t prepared. My heart sank and my stomach felt like it would turn inside out. It was worse, especially on the right side. My profile was horrible. I felt sick. The next two days, I talked with my lips pulled close together and my smiles clamped tight.

I won’t lie. I hate it. I can’t tell you how much. But, sometime over the weekend… I decided I wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t shut down. It felt unnatural and worse it felt deadening. I’m an animated person. I love to smile and laugh. It’s what makes my life beautiful.

Over the last 5 days, I’ve smiled, laughed and been with my family, my friends, the cashier at the grocery store, the co-worker from Paul’s work and so on. I have twinges and pangs here and there. I feel the urge to pull back. But I don’t and I won’t. I still hope and pray that implants are possible and in my near future. But until then…

I’ll smile and love my life.

I can’t say thank you enough to my wise and beautiful friends who counseled and encouraged me. I’m doing, what not even a month ago, seemed to be impossible. I couldn’t imagine it. Yet, here I am. Thank you!

A quick email from my Aunt Karen reminded me that I haven’t posted to my blog. I’ve fallen into a habit of making little updates on my Facebook page, but that doesn’t keep the rest of you in the loop. Plus, it’s good for me to take time to write in concentrated chunks and not just one or two sentence liners. So, let’s catch up.

The last few days have been trial by pain. I’ve been fortunate up to this point to have no pain. About a week ago, it finally caught up with me and when it did… wow. You hear people say “There’s nothing like tooth pain.” — but boy… there is NOTHING like tooth pain. My dentist changed my meds and put me on a stronger antibiotic and more intense pain meds. For a while, the pain meds didn’t even put a dent in the pain. Either they are now working better, or the antibiotic is containing the infection more… but today, I’m doing 100% better. And for the record, I don’t know how people get addicted to these kinds of pain killers… I *hate* the way I feel on them. They give me a headache and make me just feel awful. My surgery is scheduled for the 22nd. I never thought I would say this, given my anxiety about losing my teeth, but at this point surgery day can’t come soon enough.

Psychologically, I’m still working my way through this situation. I have a dear friend back from my high school and college days that I’m going to get to see in a few days. I’m excited to see her and I don’t want to in the same breath. I hate that I have that internal back and forth every time I have the chance to get together with a friend. I am self-conscious about my teeth. (I’m already missing one and have another that is 3/4ths broken away.) After the surgery - I will have two teeth on each side missing. My friend Tabby is coming at the end of the month… a week or two after my surgery. I haven’t seen her in years. She knows and loves me and I know, of course, she will even with missing teeth. And, I deeply don’t want to see her because of this. I haven’t yet gotten into the space where I can just get past it…

Paul & I are committed to earning the money to get my teeth replaced. My incredible friend Dana is fund raising for me. If anyone has a fighting chance to get her mouth repaired, it’s me. I’m so fortunate. And I still wage these internal battles.

Night before last, I was searching online for additional ways to manage my pain. I found forum after forum with posts upon posts from other people out there dealing with pain like me. It broke my heart that so many people are without the means and resources to get the care they need. I don’t know the solution(s) for this - but it’s criminal that so many are dealing with this level of pain and threat to their health and lives.

Amira broke down into tears yesterday because she didn’t want me to be hurting. My sweet girl. She told me again and again, “I’ll take care of you Mama.” She gave me kisses on the cheek to make it feel better. She gave me tender hugs and then went to her Daddy for her own hugs of comfort. After the immediate wave of pain passed and I could think straight and be with her… I went to her, held her and told her I was going to be okay. I promised her that I would be. She looked at me with those big beautiful brown eyes and I could tell she needed that promise.

One of my friends read a book a while back that made the argument that we arrange our own challenges and experiences in life before we are born. Our souls make an agreement with God before we are born regarding what it is we are to go through and what we want and hope to learn through it. Because I haven’t actually read the book, I’m certain that I’m paraphrasing it poorly.

From that point of view, I can’t help by wonder why I would choose losing my teeth as a learning experience. And I feel a little betrayed by my eternal spirit for agreeing to put me through this.

But the idea that my eternal soul may be grown and transformed by these prearranged experiences has stuck with me. I’ve been looking at my challenges, internal and experientially, differently. What if my eternal spirit did agree to this struggle? If so, I certainly shouldn’t resist it. And even more than that, I should be embracing it wholly. What is there to learn? Who am I going to be through it? How can my experience, my personal learning and growth make a difference not only for my eternal spirit, but also for everyone else too?

Learning to smile, to live life freely and fully through a broken smile. That’s my experience to learn, grow and flourish in. Wish me luck - and thanks so much, already, for how you’ve supported and helped me on my way.

those cheapie, plastic teeth that you pick up at Archie McPhee’s. 

You all are incredible in your willingness to let me just write and express the raw emotions I’ve been going through.  I had hoped that writing it out would help me move past it, and it did.  Granted, I’m not happy or eager to continue through this, and I’m sure I will still shed a tear or two.  And yet, I feel so much better.  I don’t feel fetal.  A combination of just letting it out like a good cry and receiving so much love and support - I feel good!

And today, I came across this quote by Henry Miller - which I’m certain is not a coincidence:

“Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate, or despise, serves to defeat us in the end.

What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.“

This is going to be a one-time self-indulgent post. I shouldn’t even do it once. But it’s bothering me so much, I’m hoping by writing it out, it might lessen the power it has over me.

If you’d rather not read the mental twists and knots this teeth situation has me in, I invite you to skip it. I won’t be hurt.

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Last night, I had a specific, “real-time” dream of going in to get my teeth pulled. The dream began with me waking up from the anesthesia. I remember feeling very peaceful and rested, like I had just had the best night’s sleep. Then, the surgeon came into focus as I looked around to orient myself. He asked if I was feeling okay and told me everything went fine.

I remembered suddenly why I was there and my tongue felt around in my mouth. I felt the gaps where the teeth had been. I was surprised that I wasn’t feeling any pain, although I found I couldn’t talk (and actually couldn’t the rest of the dream).

I left the office and once I got home, I panicked. I worried I didn’t have gauze packs in to absorb the bleeding from the extractions and to help the healing process. Then suddenly, they were there. The rest of my dream was me trying to gingerly make sure the gauze stayed in place and hoping that I would heal okay.

I woke up this morning and thought to myself: at least that wasn’t a nightmare (which I’ve had) about my teeth. But now, as I’m moving through my day, I’m finding it hard to do what I need to through this wall of emotion. It’s like trying to run through thick molasses that’s up to your waist. I just want to curl up and cry.

I think part of it too is this. I’m still floored by the generosity of my friend Dana and the work she has taken on to help us and others like us.  On the flipside, I’ve had a hard time with the judgment we’ve exposed ourselves too by sharing our situation and being the face for this kind of thing. Well meaning friends, acquaintances and strangers say things that cut to the quick. I know in my head some of it is sincere questioning in an attempt to understand how we could need SO MUCH money to get our teeth repaired and restored. (I say our, but in reality, 90% of the cost is for me alone.) Questions like:

• “What have you been eating?”
• “Is it gum disease?”
• “How come you just didn’t have dental insurance?”
• “Are you *sure* you aren’t being scammed by your dentist?”
• “Do you just not like to brush your teeth?”
• “It’s your own fault you are in this situation, why should I help you?”

And so on. I confess, as much as I want to be thick skinned and a potential (for lack of a better word) ambassador for awareness and education, for the ailing health and dental care system in America, and for understanding dental infection and disease… I didn’t expect the toll it would take on my psyche.

It’s horrible knowing I’m going to lose four very visible teeth and to not be sure whether I will have the money to replace them with implants. It’s horrible feeling like I don’t want to be seen in public again after the surgery. I’m missing one tooth now and I have another on the other side that is broken. Both are visible, but not horribly so. Just dealing with those has taken an unbelievable amount of willpower. My instinct is want to shut down and hide. I don’t want to smile. I force it. I think about it every time I talk to someone. Every time. I look in the mirror and wonder if there is a way I can change my smile, without holding my lips together, to not have the gaps in my teeth not be visible. (There’s not.)

And you know, it’s not the questions so much as the context of the questions that hurt so much. There’s assumption and judgment. Again, I understand that some of these were sincere with the goal of understanding how I could be in the situation I’m in now. I understand that. And, still it hurts.

I want to both hide my shame and fight back in anger at the same time. How dare so and so assume that I don’t eat well. Do I ask a cancer sufferer what they’ve been eating? We don’t do that. But cancer is just as much caused by diet as any caries infection. My dentist told me on our last visit: “Janece, you could have had impeccable diet and hygiene and you would still be in this situation. You have a bacterial infection that without intervention would and has done the damage you are now experiencing.” I didn’t know that, so how could have the person(s) who asked that question? And still… I’m hurt.

We have dental insurance though Paul’s work, but it will cover less than 4% of the work needed. I’ve had a second opinion and confirmation on the diagnosis, prognosis and treatment that I need. I brush and floss my teeth like everyone else. And yes, I’m at fault for this because I didn’t know what was happening in my mouth until I had my first abscess nearly a year ago. I’m at fault because for years, we prioritized our money in other ways because my dental health didn’t seem to be a concern. When you aren’t covered by insurance as a freelancer, you delay and forgo doctor and dentist visits if they don’t seem absolutely necessary. In hindsight, big, big mistake.

But listen to me, I’m trying to convince you. I’m trying to convince MYSELF that I’m not someone to look down on, or to judge, or to think lesser of. And I hate that.

And my biggest fear is how I’m going to live with 4 teeth missing and not become a recluse. I don’t know if I wrote about it here - but a few months back, I interviewed for a job. The job had a crew of people for me to meet with and be interviewed by. The first three went great, the fourth asked me this: “How long have you been drug-free?” I stammered a reply that I’m not certain made sense because I was so shocked by the question.  I didn’t get a call back for a second interview.  Could have been unrelated, but I have no way of knowing. It’s how it is - we judge by appearances. I judge by appearances… god, if I could change that…

I don’t know. How do I do it? How do I go to school interviews for Amira and not be afraid they are judging her and her capabilities because of how I look? How do I get over seeing people’s eyes shift down to the gaps in my teeth? How do I feel beautiful again? Where will I find the courage to smile? I hope it’s one of those things that when you get there, you find you have the strength you never thought you would… because I just don’t see it right now.

So get this!  We Moments have a virtual date with the gorgeous Natalie and the entire Chicken Blog family! Yesterday, in the mail, Paul found a tiny pale blue envelope addressed to the ‘Moment Family’. We recognized that return address right away and had smiles on our faces before even opening it. The smiles on our faces rapidly overtook our hearts as we read an invitation from Natalie to a virtual picnic together. The date has been set, July 18th, and we will have cameras charged and CF cards purged and ready for action.

Natalie, you have NO IDEA how much this picnic invitation means. We are so looking forward to July 18th. Our hearts, as well as our picnic basket, will be brimming with goodness because of you! Thank you so very much.

By the way, Amira read the entire card and your note… getting stuck on only a few words (how proud am I?). She was as touched by it as we were!

Anyone else want to join in on the July 18th virtual picnic?  Please do!  Make a date of it, take a camera and let’s share a virtual picnic together.   Doesn’t it sound wonderful?  We’ll lift our glasses and toast what a gift it is to have incredible friends.

Right now, as I type, there is a fund raising event going on in New York City. A world renown pianist is playing and a premier cancer surgeon is speaking and incredibly smart and talented people are giving their time to be there. I sent Dana a short note to read at the event:

Two weeks ago, we were plunged into fear and emotional paralysis at the healthcare crisis we were suddenly facing. Eleven days ago, on a dime, this initiative took our fear and anxiety and transformed it into a sense of hope and possibility.

The depth of gratitude and support we feel… there isn’t a way to express it. For the last two weeks, instead of darkness, our lives have been filled with the light new friendships and daily inspiration. And most of all, it means so much to us that it has created the possibility of our situation being the doorway for others like us finding help too.

The fact that… you are here tonight and that there is something all of us can do, right now to make it a healthier and better day for each other and ourselves… inspires deep hope. We are excited by the belief that this initiative can spread, friend by friend, to build hope for the many other individuals and families who have found themselves in a crisis like we have. It really does make all the difference.

If you haven’t already, visit the Friend of a Friend Healthcare Initiative.  And please consider passing it along to your friends. The more friends that are involved, the more people are helped!

I’m headed to the oral surgeon today for a pre-surgery exam and consultation.  Wish me luck.

In other more interesting and enjoyable news, it’s a stunning morning complete with sunshine, cool breezes, birds singing, young ducks bobbing in the water, and Tova & Chaya playing happily in the field.  There are gorgeous yellow water lilies in bloom at the water’s edge, reflecting in the water.  I love being here.

I’ve been behind on posting photos.  After my computer got hit with that malware/virus junk - I haven’t reinstalled Photoshop.  I need to do that soon.  I’ve got a lot to share with you. 

I’ll keep this short because I need to get Amira & I ready to leave for the ferry.  Not the most exciting update, but an update. 

Thank you everyone for your love and support!   Have a great day!

Oh, and there are EXCITING things happening with the FOFHC Initiative (like how I abbrievated that?).    It’s sprouting wings and will be bringing help and support to many more people.  I’ll share more details soon.

Okay - I’m out.  ♥

I have such a deep sense of gratitude knowing I have friends like Dana & Auguste who would so quickly jump to our side and stand with us through this.
I’m excited by the energy and possibility of what could come from this effort - beyond Paul & I.  In the two days that this initiative has existed, I’ve heard 5 stories of friends and (how appropriate) friends of friends dealing with chronic dental health concerns without access to adequate care.

I’m going to be blogging my experience with this - not because I want to be a poster child for dental woes or missing teeth… rather because I hope my story will point to the many, many others who are going through this too.  And instead of feeling fear and despair in my situation, I have opportunity to feel possibility and hope… for myself and others who are in similar circumstances.

Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else’s skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.

–Frederick Buechner

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The last two weeks have been hard. I’ve been depressed in a way that I can’t remember being since college. I can’t blame it on any one thing. It has been, with no particular rhyme or reason, Paul’s crazy long and exhausting (read: worry-making) work hours, our financial stresses, concern for providing the Amira everything she needs and deserves, grieving Freeni’s death, my health, the loss of my faith as I knew it and so on.  When I’m down, I’m a crappy friend.  I hide out and I don’t show up for even the basics of friendship and connection. And of course, knowing that I’m doing that makes me feel worse.

Mood cycles are incredibly self-referential, aren’t they?  Loop upon mood loops circling on themselves.  Happy tends to beget more happiness and feeling depressed tends to delve you further into more and deeper depression.  The trick is finding what works to cut the circuit ways on that particular path.  Hopping onto a new path can feel no less daunting than jumping off a cliff with no chute or safety net below.  Reality kicked in though when I realized I had already jumped off a cliff.  Spiraling down into depression is no less of a cliff dive than jumping off another cliff toward peace and happiness.  It’s a no win situation if you are avoiding a free fall.  But it’s a win-win, depending on how you choose to look at it.  Both jumps are free falls. Only one, though, allows for that adventurous joy-filled experience of the moment.  (Don’t know if that makes sense to you, it does to me.)  Anyway…

I don’t write when I’m on the spiraling downward loop-de-loop. And so the good news for me is that I am writing about this. It shows me that I’ve jumped onto the new path.  Hip-hip-hoorays all around. 

The sunshine is starting to break out here.  The trees are reflecting in the shimmering pond while the baby ducks practice their motorboating skills.  The swallows are darting and I can see the dogs wrestling and sprinting on the far side of the pond.  The red-winged blackbirds are balancing on the cattails and Amira sings while playing on the floor behind me.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

-ee cummings

For those of you who continued to check in - thanks.  I’m grateful to be back after a long two week wrestle match with some nasty malware that appears to have overwrote critical system files.  When getting rid of the malware, I got rid of files needed to run my machine smoothly.  It all ended in having to back up my files, wipe the hard drive and start over.  I wish I done it a week and a half ago - but I kept thinking: ‘this time, this time I’ll fix it and it’ll all be up and running again’.  One of those live and learn moments, I suppose.