John’s dad was recently admitted to the hospital. He fell, yet again, and was eventually moved to rehab to evaluate and strengthen his ailing 85 year old body. His father said he was tired. He has countless diagnoses and on even more medications. John was so frustrated and couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could he not want to try? How come he didn’t care? Why wouldn’t he want to fight for his life and family? “Come on dad, you …Continue reading»
It’s National Poetry Month. As much as I admire some poems and don’t get others (at all) some speak quite loudly to my sweet self. This one spoke softly, sweetly, gently.
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.