Alyssia had two appointments in Sacramento at the VA. the first at 10 am. Second at 2. It takes between an hour and a half and two hours drive. So the kids arrived at 8 am. Julian, pre adolescent, continued sleeping. Emrie did not The day was long. It was raining. This house is SMALL, like, really SMALL. But we had a day. A FINE day. and when she got back, she brought fruit from the Farmer's Market in the parking lot of the VA Hospital. She has no cancer. Whatever it is in her throat is just in keeping with the Whatever it is that's "wrong"with her. Just some Unknown. so we eat apples.
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I’m happy to hear Alyssia’s biopsy was negative. That’s the best news heard all week. Thanks for sharing.
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Glad to read the good news…thank goodness.
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Persimmon. And good news. You will all sleep well tonight.
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Happy to hear such good news………
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Relief in this news but also hope that some answers will come so that Alyssia does not have to continue to deal with whatever “it” is…
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how fortunate Alyssia and her kids are to have you … a safe place to be, however small … a haven …
and yes, how fortunate for you to have them … and sleep … I’m sure you slept well and deeply last night …LikeLike
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so glad to hear this news. Started thinking about it yesterday and wondering while i was at the river. Just suddenly there was the thought and the wondering and logical awareness that it was probably reaching the point of knowing biopsy results. So, so glad. Having lived with an “it” since my mid-teens i feel confident saying that having an “it”factor is nearly always gonna be preferable to definitely having a “THAT”.
The other night i clicked to come here, i thought, but instead wound up at former blogspot Place. Read backwards through everything then and yesterday afternoon. Not sure why* exactly but i think it had something to do with considering matters of continuity from a slightly different angle than my norm. In this case: what would it be like to read Grace’s old Story with full awareness of where she is heading? When you know the progression sometimes continuity is a lot easier to spot than it feels or looks at the time its winding its way through seemingly disconnected and at times downright random circumstances.
part of it was because my mind was way too full and it took me some hours to figure out how to break things down into manageable chunks. In the meantime i let myself get immersed in you figuring out how your cloths were Going and how you wished them to progress as well as a trove of wonderful family photos. It felt downright holy going back to that time in my mind. And I thought: Jude created something so powerful and real that now there are many of us who have created an actual shared history together.
It all hit me. Or at least *some of the All that got set in motion by a group of former strangers to each other picking up some cloth, a needle and thread to stitch in the spirit(cloth) of community …LikeLike
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yes. to have the fear relieved…her brightness
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she’s so young…only 30
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a persimmon…what a gift at the end of the day.
I can look at a persimmon for hours on endLikeLike
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again…i always see you watching from your window
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with autoimmune there are so few answers. so much is
just being sure of what it isn’tLikeLike
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stepping away some always gives renewed amazement
at the connected continuity…it’s as if it was
always meant to be, yes? that we always were
Familiars, finally placing ourselves together
in the constellation of UsLikeLike
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I found my first comment there pretty close to your typepad switchover. Lived somewhere different then, too. Got all scrunched up with the sense of Too Much incoming vibrational stuff from major roads, so many houses, our shared driveway there, the fire station/alarms at all hours etc. Simply reading the words prompted my body to remember how it physically felt and put that anatomy into my memory lane experience as well.
the constellation of Us is really a constellation of Everything, no?LikeLike
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That time between knowing is always hard. Sounds like an early Christmas gift that the results were good. It is a challenge when you’re stuck indoors .. a challenge for everyone.
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it is. of Everything and more and more of that continues
to be revealedLikeLike
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and Tay, in too. I should make a movie.
The old Old Cowboy’s mother’s chair, in too.
I’d brought it in last week and keep it in even tho
it’s really awkward. It helps me be spontaneous
with my effort to wash the ceiling. If the chair
is out in the rain, easy to put off.
We did really well. Emrie worked hard on sharing
attention. and i got to see and hear a lot about
Julian’s homeschool lessons.
at the end of the day, Emrie and i just gave up and
stayed OUT after feeding Goats. a lot of wet muddy.LikeLike
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Oh yes, health is the beginning of all things good. So relieved.
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It was a very random thing- not my usual path on the internet- that lead me to you Grace and then to all others. I had visited Spirit Cloth many Times before knowing of you. But when the Time was right- we met. And it has been a good thing for me. Opened me up to things unspoken. Makes me different as each day passes. Meant to be or just some random Path? I don’t care- I like where I am going.
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it’s possible that it happened via deb lacativa’s blog
too. I remember seeing your comments to her for a long
time and clicked in to your blog from one of those
comments. Which would have still begun with Spirit
Cloth..Jude….which is how i found Deb.
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Yes, it is great. Like finding family. So Cold here. My fingers are having a hard time typing.
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I didn’t know Julian was being home schooled – I remember that he had wanted to be last year. A great time for bonding. I still remember that look on my son’s teen face and how hard it was to not take personally. Good for him. Good for you.
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relief ((Grace)) xxx
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