Dec 01, 2011
"In the spring, I burned over a hundred acres, till the earth was seared and black, and by mid-summer, the space was clad in fresher and more luxuriant green than the surrounding area. Shall man then despair? Is he not a sproutland too, after never so many searings and witherings?" - Henry David Thoreau
This parallels my winter of treatment. It also reminds me of the year I visited Yellowstone as it burned. A few years later, it was lush n full again.
We are killing off the overgrowth of weeds and dead fall in our forests. We're making room for our bodies to thrive again. We will be crisper, with sharper outlines. I have a picture in my mind's eye. It comforts me when the heat and flames threaten to overcome me. Once again I look find meaning in the pain. And I see my future. It's bright. Love to all of you. Karen :)