Keeping it real means
I acknowledge my losses
and concede my pain.
Keeping it real means
I recognize my limits
while I set new goals.
Keeping it real means
I confront what awaits me
clearly but with hope.
I acknowledge my losses
and concede my pain.
Keeping it real means
I recognize my limits
while I set new goals.
Keeping it real means
I confront what awaits me
clearly but with hope.
7 comments:
I always enjoy your attitude of hope. It reminds me that I need to keep that virtue alive. Good to see you back, even if it's just a drive-by.
Keeping it real... telling the truth. Always telling the truth. As my beloved timpani teacher used to say, "Always tell the truth; that way, you only have to remember one story."
"This, I can't do" is precisely as true as "This, I can do." People that aren't us don't always agree with us. But let's start with agreeing with ourselves! Telling the truth, as you say so well: Keeping it real. Cosmologists and MSers, we know that "real" is a moving target... we try to keep it as real as we can!
Good to "see" you here Judy. You are in my thoughts every day. I am just an email away if you need to talk.
Dear Judy,
As I sometimes go back and read George's blog, I see your comments.
They are like a kick in the gut, for you always understood exactly what he was saying. I feel for you for I believe you,too, are suffering and struggling as he did.
Again, as George asked, why and what. No answers, as usual.
Hilda
Muff, if I did not have hope, I would have to turn out the lights.
Robert, it’s a sometimes fragile balance I maintain between hope and stark reality. I never want to deny the latter, but to tolerate/overcome/befriend it, I find I must embrace hope.
Karen, thanks for thinking of me. It’s a rollercoaster sometimes but so far the landing is not too brusque.
Hilda, you might be surprised at how often I think of George, his bravery, his cruel challenge and the grace with which he faced it. Through his words, he led to me to face the unanswerable questions. I was blessed by his presence, distant as it was since we never met. You raised a champ of a son, and my heart grieves at your pain.
Beautiful words, and I thank you always.He DID face it with grace. As you do.
Hilda
yes, yes exactly!
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