I don’t know why exactly that I entitled this post “X” but it seemed to make sense in that moment. Anyway, here we are. I had a good night’s sleep and feel refreshed after the hardships of yesterday. That was a hard day on the old Cancer Camino. I got beat up but here I am with a new morning!
Yesterday I received a FaceBook post that had this pic of Tasha Tudor with a poem by Elena Mikhalkova. The pic was beautiful and the poem was beautiful and someone put them together for us. The poem reminded me so much of things that I have learned on my Cancer Camino and that I talk about with others patients. So, I thought that I would take the artistic license of slipping my interpretation in the poem. I do hope that isn’t totally rude and taken as unappreciative of this marvelous poem but I can’t resist.
“My grandmother once gave me a tip:
(My Cancer gave us this Way.)
In difficult times, you move forward in small steps.
(Don’t get overwhelmed, keep moving forward even if that is holding your ground.)
Do what you have to do, but little by little.
(Do what the doctor orders, be patient with it all especially with yourself.)
Don’t think about the future, or what may happen tomorrow.
(Live for three minutes or three days.)
Wash the dishes.
(Fix tapas, pour wine, cook a simple meal.)
Remove the dust.
(Plant the sweet corn.)
Write a letter.
(Write the blog every day, report about one day at a time.)
Make a soup.
(Make a soup, a hearty soup, keep your weight up.)
(Your path is not lit very far ahead but do you see?)
You are advancing step by step.
(You are moving forward soup by soup, mile by mile, week by week.)
Take a step and stop.
(Cut it all in bite sized pieces.)
Rest a little.
(Rest a little bit but movement is good too.)
Take another step.
(Do the next thing.)
You won’t notice, but your steps will grow more and more.
(You will get stronger, strong enough to walk over the Pyrenees maybe.)
And the time will come when you can think about the future without crying.”
(And your long string of small victories will be your life!)
Of course Elena’s poem could be useful in these times of Virus. That’s good. Write your own lines. Get an equivalent for each one so it is tailored to you.
parrot on my shoulder loves, Felipé.
6 thoughts on “X”
Elena’s poem is good, but I love yours more.
Love you and wish I could go there for a visit, Loves
Cris ~ thanks, check’s in the mail! Have to run, Felipé.x
Phil, my friend, you just elevated my day with your annotated poem. No, strike that: you elevated what has been our YEAR thus far.
I sure miss you, buddy. Let’s hope for a break in this stream of things right around Grouse and Turkey season.
You know I’ll have a BnB in Ashland with terrific hosts and a very short drive to the National Forest Grounds.
It’s good know you’re back after a tough day. My heart beats right alongside yours, as do the hearts of so many caminoheads.
Moment by moment is the only choice, right? There actually IS only this moment, this moment of now to live with whatever joy we can take and share – as you pointed out so delicately in the poem.
Steve-O ~ oh, some days are just hard. And then Thursday turned into doozy. I think I will have something in today’s post. The poem inspired me, well the pic with the parrot was pretty good. Have to run, Felipé.
Phil, I’ve been reading and enjoying your posts. The simplicity of the Camino was good training for stay-at-home orders. Today’s and a previous post about ancestors remind me of my maternal grandmother. Her 1903 high school diploma hangs on the wall in our home office. She lived as an adult through WWI, the 1918 flu epidemic, the Great Depression, WWII, and the Vietnam War before passing away in 1975. And raised 5 children (mostly alone, my grandfather died young) on a hill country dairy farm in Allegany County, NY. When I’m concerned that the store doesn’t have my favorite cereal, it’s good for me to remember that she survived much worse.
We haven’t done any soup trading here, but we did trade chili for a neighbor’s cheesecake a couple of nights ago. We definitely got the better of the deal.
And I’m glad to see that you’re planning archery lessons. It was a great day last October when I got to bring my grandkids for lessons. They loved it and I hope conditions are such that we’re able to do that again this fall.
Be well, be safe, Dave.
Dave ~ hi. Yes, our ancestors were a resilient bunch. It is very inspirational to dwell on them, you are right. Looking forward to seeing you again and doing archery. Take care, Felipé.
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