Treasure of the Milky Way

[Manuel Tavares]

Treasure of the Milky Way

By Catherine Viel

Posted January 17, 2022

 

What will I remember and what will I forget?

Apple trees in blossom or wind at break of day?

I sang a song that no one heard—I shall be singing yet,

Out behind the high stars and through the Milky Way!

~Louise Driscoll, Treasure

All this time I’ve been trying to get past a bump in the road, and I come to realize that the bump is the road.

I don’t like this bump. It brings tears to my eyes to even contemplate this because I so don’t want it to be true.

The fact that I’m getting choked up about it tells me all I need to know.

The journey is the destination. And my journey, at this moment, is the ongoing experience of hip pain.

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I am riding along this mundane road in a vehicle called the body. Like a car, with its four tires, I utilize four limbs that extend from my trunk. The limbs support me, provide mobility, and enable me to function.

When a tire goes flat, from either a blowout or a gradual leak, at some point the car is going to grind to a halt.

The deterioration that is attributed to arthritis is a slow leak in the tires of my vehicle.

I’m not wishing the blowout version of ill health on myself or anyone else, but I have a sneaking suspicion that such a catastrophe galvanizes one into unquestioning, immediate action. Emergent care, probably the current-....

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