Burrs of misadventure cling
I am not beholden to them

Progress, not always visible
requires breathing room

Tenderness heals wounds
patience guiding movement

One by one, I extract the hooks
sigh with each deliverance.

(Image my own.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

38 thoughts on “Burrs”

  1. Definitely takes a lot of patience to see what will come with the extraction of each of life’s painful hooks. Love the image. Brings back memories of taking walks in the bush and getting them stuck all over my pants. πŸ™‚

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      1. Is so hard right now with COVID – everything seems to be put off – except my husband. His knee reconstruction did not hold. He is in hospital again, surgery last night. I’ve been waiting for tests – looks like August will be my time. Take care.

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      2. Sorry to hear about your husband’s medical situation. Hope the recent surgery works out for him and you. Must be stressful. 😦 My time may be August also. One day at a time.

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