Love your writing, the metaphors, the pace, the content, all of it. What you said about being part of the conversation is something I will add to my "why I write" list. Even when I'm writing something obscure that few will read (critical essays), I feel a part of a larger conversation...thank you!
Your creative spirit sings with such joy from Aberdeen. Your words reach a deeper level of holding understanding of life living with Parkinson’s. Your words are gentle and kind and I feel blessed reading your writing. Much better than doomscrolling.
I had a funny vision when I read the title of your latest missive: Ol' Blue Eyes himself up on a Vegas stage belting out "I did it MY WAY!" even as his hand holding the microphone starts doing the dyskinesia dance, so that what the audience finally hears is "I did it...[expletive]...way."
Lately, I have taken to explaining to a few friends the calculus of spoons. Some of them are catching on to the mathematics and getting in on the fun. One guy asked me, "So, do you get a spoon back when you take an afternoon nap?" Yeah, that would be nice, but most days it just means I take a break from spending spoons. ("Spending spoons" just made think about bending spoons, which led to thinking about Uri Geller and Salvador Dali. I cannot blame that on the PD, though.)
This past weekend, Saturday felt like an 8-spoon day. Being a fool, I figured that 8 spoons was for one day, and I would renew on Sunday. So, I set about some shop work -- putting heavy-duty casters on some carts for the ministry team. By late afternoon, I felt like I had 4 spoons left, and I set about sweeping up the sawdust, then went up and did some cleaning in my room. By evening, it was down to 2 spoons. Nice way to end the day! But I slept poorly that night, and the next day I still had only those 2 spoons. Not a good way to start worship service, feeling like I had precious little energy to stand, much less sing. After church, I "took a break from spending spoons."
BTW, here in Iowa in the heart of the US, we have four whole seasons. Right now, we are in the midst of melt-your-skin and frizz-your-hair summer with 90F-plus heat with 90% humidity. And did I mention tornados? Yeah, those, too. Six months from now, it will be -10F, and the skin that melted will freeze as soon as you walk outside. But at least we produce a lot of corn and soybeans.
Love your writing, the metaphors, the pace, the content, all of it. What you said about being part of the conversation is something I will add to my "why I write" list. Even when I'm writing something obscure that few will read (critical essays), I feel a part of a larger conversation...thank you!
Aww thank you!
Your creative spirit sings with such joy from Aberdeen. Your words reach a deeper level of holding understanding of life living with Parkinson’s. Your words are gentle and kind and I feel blessed reading your writing. Much better than doomscrolling.
Aww thank you x
So good to hear from you! I was starting to worry....
Massive good luck to "the little one" in Glasgow 👍 She'll be fine - and so will you. After a while xxxxx
I’m looking forward to exploring Glasgow x I only write this on a monthly basis now :)
I had a funny vision when I read the title of your latest missive: Ol' Blue Eyes himself up on a Vegas stage belting out "I did it MY WAY!" even as his hand holding the microphone starts doing the dyskinesia dance, so that what the audience finally hears is "I did it...[expletive]...way."
Lately, I have taken to explaining to a few friends the calculus of spoons. Some of them are catching on to the mathematics and getting in on the fun. One guy asked me, "So, do you get a spoon back when you take an afternoon nap?" Yeah, that would be nice, but most days it just means I take a break from spending spoons. ("Spending spoons" just made think about bending spoons, which led to thinking about Uri Geller and Salvador Dali. I cannot blame that on the PD, though.)
This past weekend, Saturday felt like an 8-spoon day. Being a fool, I figured that 8 spoons was for one day, and I would renew on Sunday. So, I set about some shop work -- putting heavy-duty casters on some carts for the ministry team. By late afternoon, I felt like I had 4 spoons left, and I set about sweeping up the sawdust, then went up and did some cleaning in my room. By evening, it was down to 2 spoons. Nice way to end the day! But I slept poorly that night, and the next day I still had only those 2 spoons. Not a good way to start worship service, feeling like I had precious little energy to stand, much less sing. After church, I "took a break from spending spoons."
BTW, here in Iowa in the heart of the US, we have four whole seasons. Right now, we are in the midst of melt-your-skin and frizz-your-hair summer with 90F-plus heat with 90% humidity. And did I mention tornados? Yeah, those, too. Six months from now, it will be -10F, and the skin that melted will freeze as soon as you walk outside. But at least we produce a lot of corn and soybeans.
Have a blessed month, Emma!
oh my goodness! hahahah Thanks for getting that song in my head :)
💗 love ya baby!
Love ya too xxx