Gloryoski!
Now that might not be a word, but the sound, the syllables, the shape of the letters express my dismay – a month has flown by since I last wrote.
Gloryoski!
That word bellows with my shock and amazement. Another painting exhibit got hung on the 8th but NOT by ME.
GLORYOSKI!
I spent the late evening of the 7th in an emergency room. REALLY! I severed a vein on the back of my hand while cleaning the glass for framing the “piece de resistance” of my new display. You can see it here but it doesn’t yet hang in the gallery because I don’t want to deal with the design splashed in my blood on the foam core backing.
Besides, I have only one functioning hand. Typing is slow. Washing dishes impossible. Splitting firewood beyond my wildest dreams. Can’t grip, can’t pull and tug, can’t lift. I may have injured a tendon. I may need to see a specialist. I might be in serious hand trouble and you know what? My unexpected injury, my freak accident are inconsequential compared to the brutality that happens around this tiny planet on a daily basis. Maiming each other, violating human rights, assassinating presidents, murdering innocent humans and other animals motivated by greed, fear, power – excuses for hurting each other run rampant on this globe.
I am filled with gratitude for family and friends, for safe streets to drive on late at night, for emergency rooms whose doctors are calm, informative and decent, for a clean comfortable bed and the extra pillow to cradle my wounded limb, the fire in the hearth, the healthy food that rebuilds my cells and the shot of whiskey that soothes my shock.
Accidents happen. All of us are fragile – our life’s pulse lies close to the surface of our skin wrapped innards.
Imagine the rise in security if our globe were wrapped in tenderness and reverence for our vulnerability.
Gloryoski!
The Wisdom of Not Knowing Everything 
i am so glad you are doing better, although the daily tasks of chopping wood and carrying water don’t sound like much fun. do let the world know if you need anything.
love, love, love the new artwork. i’m wondering if the blood spattering adds additional color commentary? Hmm??
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thank you Jeff for your support. Life is amazing and this is a reminder of how precious it is…love love
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To my dear brave friend…..
I know that this was not the worst thing that could of happened but also KNOW it is a trauma / shock to our system. (It actually reminded me of the accident I had last year when I stabbed myself with the long pointed knife I was trying to hit the avocado pit with and stabbed myself in the hand onto my bone)
Wonders never cease… that we can find the rainbow in the sky (you and me and others alike) from a stormy situation.
love you… miss you… bless you!
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thank you PJ for your rapid response…your nursing self would have been proud of me, too. I wouldn’t drop the pressure on the wound for anything – good thing, too. hope to blog more regularly again…I miss our communicating. hugs
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Oh no Deborah! Im so sorry to hear that this happened to you! …and so glad to find that you’re surviving well and healing already and yes, glad to hear you have loved ones nearby to drive you in emergencies, and nurse you back to health, as obviously not everyone does. Take care and we’re thinking of you always!
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thank you thank you Audra for sending me your sweet blessings. I think of you often and see your girls’ precious faces before me often as well. I swear they “work” on me! Let’s chat soon…
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