I was just beginning to wonder when I would get your next newsletter. And so it is arrived. And it was even more beautiful than I expected.
I do so wish the scans were less ambiguous (all good, no bad), and my prayers are that the tumor board gods (though they be less sovereign than the Other) align in your favor.
This poem is a gift--a gift you've been given. And have now passed along to others. Wow. I never knew cancer could release such muses to behold.
Your comment about cancer releasing muses is a tiny joy to me. I recently read this quote by Alan Watts. I don't have much context, but I read it through your words and it makes both more lovely:
"We divide in thought what is undivided in nature."
My translation: There is a muse behind every thing just waiting for us to release her.
Chris,
I was just beginning to wonder when I would get your next newsletter. And so it is arrived. And it was even more beautiful than I expected.
I do so wish the scans were less ambiguous (all good, no bad), and my prayers are that the tumor board gods (though they be less sovereign than the Other) align in your favor.
This poem is a gift--a gift you've been given. And have now passed along to others. Wow. I never knew cancer could release such muses to behold.
Hang in there. Blessings, brother.
John
John, It's always a gift to hear from you.
Your comment about cancer releasing muses is a tiny joy to me. I recently read this quote by Alan Watts. I don't have much context, but I read it through your words and it makes both more lovely:
"We divide in thought what is undivided in nature."
My translation: There is a muse behind every thing just waiting for us to release her.