From the ICU to the dance floor…Ten long months in the making. Time measured more by moments than minutes. Tiny leaps of independence, endless stretches, small milestones of movement gained.
From isolation to camaraderie. The slow search to find like-minds, understanding, compassion. Healing measured more by acceptance than accolades. Eschewing bitterness, expressing grief.
From the unknown to the known. Fear lessening more than subsiding. A new normal to search out and eventually be found. Gratitude rising, giving back. A survivor’s journey. A beautiful thing.
Beautifully written. A poet’s discerning eye.
Thanks for the read.
Thanks Kathleen! So appreciate your feedback – and for taking the time to stop by!
A beautiful thing, beautifully expressed.
Thanks Dale. You understand the journey…
Beautiful Mona! You have made this journey and God has made you into one of the most beautiful people I know.
Oh Holly – you are such a sweetheart – thanks for words more than I deserve – grace is an amazing thing! xo