This was last week's video -- but i'm still getting used to Blogger. just to let you all know, i generally publish a video/slideshow/poem/story once a weeek - YouTube Wednesdays. i also generall publish a photograph every day of the world around me, or events happening around me.
that said, although i have'nt really talked yet about it, i found a lump in my right breast last november, and was formally diagnosed in April as having Breast Cancer stage lll. At that time, i was also given information that i had the genetic marker for breast Cancer, and a double mastectomy would have taken my still viable risk down exponentially if i had opted for a double mastectomy.
but the world around me, as it always does, has its own flow and current. in therapy for general conditiong for a permenant spinal injury, it became apparent almost simlutaneously as i learned about the cancer that i need to have a right knee total replacment, with a eye on other knee in the future.
seems strangely fitting that my entire right side clammered for its attention at this time, while yet showing that my left side would then need it again down the road. Symmetry of an unexpected kind.
"Bloom" has always been one of my favorite poems. it flowed out and has stayed the same, for several years now--i save every scrap of wriring that comes to me inspired, even if only two lines becuase sometimes the rest doesn't come until much later. i'm unlcear why the inspiration stops and starts. i have the same experience with my drawing/painting. so i've learned to log everything in to the masterbooks, and keep the material safe. "Boom" represent that idea of saving all those little pieces of heaven, those petals, those leaves that tumble down into my hands.
this weeks poem is "Relentless Tiger" . this is matched up with photographs i took when i visited my Son - Flash - in Arizona in November of 2011, specifically of an sunset trip we took to the top of South Mountain, a vista from which you can see for a hundred miles into the dusk. having lived in the southwest during my College years, it was as exactly as i rememberd it to be, all turqouis and gold and coral - all shadows and lines, and dazzling stars, which we saw my last night there at the local Desert Museum, also on a day when we talked about how compromised my walking had become.
Relentless Tiger seems as though there is still more to be written yet, but it stands on its own for the moments, learning to walk accross my mind and whisper in the ear.
i hope you enjoy both entries.
dz.
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