Tuesday, September 17, 2013

perspective, focus, and weariness

 following this ragged trail of september
an ecotone called illness
 has me thinking about looking
and focus
looking in or at
not being in 
framing experience and telling the story
 has everything to do 
with focus
 and so last night
i went for the first walk in days and days
 it felt just right
sparkling in newness
 saturated in familiarity
 it's all in how you see it
how you be in it
 as the light
following the sun's lead
began to fade
 i found a rosy blessing over the meadow
painted a few high leaves, even
something to reassure and hold.
my sister, bless her, checked herself out of the hospital
after a second noisy roommate 
rudely arrived.
she's home with her daughter helping.
wild tales of the plucky bolyard gals,
a trip out of the big floods on the big thompson,
the intricacies of modern medicine
and some time at home to heal.
thank you for your thoughts, prayings, helps,
i've passed them all on.
(this has all been difficult because 
it's the beginning of school and newnesses all around,
and we both work with high schoolers.)


Barry said...

V- just thinking of you and your sis. Go well. B

Ms. said...

a Beautiful telling
Much love to you both

Leena said...

I love it how you can always show the beauty around you with just a few words and your beautiful images.

mjc said...

The walking, the seeing, the thinking: the best things. Still sending thoughts to the wild Bolyard ladies...

Velma Bolyard said...

barry and ms. many thanks
leena, how could i not do that--it's so beautiful here!
melissa, we have some stories...

Nancy said...

I love your telling of this story in heart-tearing words and beautiful photographs. You inspired me to post about my own recent medical visits, yet I went with the very real photos, demonstrating the stark realities. I love that we feel it, maybe the same - yet portray it so differently! this works for me right now!
Glad that your sis is able to be home and you are able to take that much needed walk.
Take care.

Anonymous said...

The rosy red sky is the one I watched from the hospital window just a couple of days ago.
Now I get to watch it from my bedroom window.
A welcome change.
Thank you for all your loving care during an extremely difficult time.
We Bolyard girls are a plucky lot indeed (and no, this is not another chicken joke).
Much love, Claudia

Velma Bolyard said...

well, claudia, chicken joke, indeed. you all can see here, she's worth rescuing from the jaws of conventional american medical practice, including vicodin (sp?) and corona.

onesmallstitch said...

so happy to hear you Bolyard girls are a plucky lot. wishing the both of you increasing good health - and lots of feathers!

Velma Bolyard said...

jean, there are more feathers and more feathers...

Valerianna said...

Such beauty wrapped up in this time of year... and life is hitting you with much these days, I think. Take care and wishing you and your sister well. And everyone else around you!

Velma Bolyard said...

life IS like that, valerie, as YOU know! it's ok, frustrating, but seeing claudia healing is good!

neki desu said...

good to hear both bolyard girls are home and doing well.
♥ the photos of the bogs.

Velma Bolyard said...

thanks, neki, those bogs...well, i have to tell you are just little puddles in JUST the right place.

jude said...


Mo Crow said...

thank you for sharing your autumn colours that Canada does so well (my Mom is from Quebec so those colours are in my blood)

Velma Bolyard said...

jude, hey back
mc, quebec is my neighbor!

Long Ridge Farm said...

Lovely images of a season turning. So will your season of illness as Claudia's too. Being at home is so much wiser. I will remember this is ever in the same pickle! Wishing you both healthier days.

Velma Bolyard said...

nancy, thanks, my dear

handstories said...

such beauty amidst all that is going on for you and yours. we are also just coming out of a week of illness. may all of the mending continue!

Velma Bolyard said...

hs, illness is something that always takes such grace to juggle along with all the other balls

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