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Someone hurt me today. Last night actually. It was emotional hurt, the details don’t matter, we all have these bruises, those scabs that are picked at a moment’s notice without any forethought. I didn’t sleep well. I was in a strange bed and the cry of the loons across the lake were comfort but not peace.

I shook it off as I drove down the hills from the lake house. During the drive to my hospice client’s home, the day mapped out in my mind and I ran through my ‘to do’ check list. The road unfurled beneath the car; there is nothing like fresh hot top when you’ve struggled with frost heaves and pot holes for months. Breezing along I gathered steam on what seemed the important thoughts and tasks for the next twelve hours. If I couldn’t control the hurt in my heart, I could at least control the rest of my day.

He was back in bed, resting when I walked in. His greeting was genuine and warm. I sat on the side of his bed and held his hand as he struggled with the oxygen tubes, then untangled himself and agreed to head out to the garden room to sit for the morning.  At that point, the list faded like an old photo and time slowed to the rhythm of breath and light and movement. I had no control over anything but the mood, and it was, as always, thankful for the reminder to slow down.

I massaged his feet and rubbed his back, then we both just sat and watched the birds and the butterflies. He nodded off, a look of calm flowed from his slack face. I sank deeper into the moment and drifted to sleep. When I awoke (with that nasty muscle jolt that you hope no one else noticed) he was still dozing. Though I was silent when I stretched, he opened an ancient, clear green eye and winked. “You fell asleep!”

“It’s a tired day.” I replied softly.

“Yes, some days are tired days.”


10 comments on “Wisdom

  1. juicyjux says:

    I am sorry to know that someone hurt you. That’s bad. However, your writing in English is so advanced that I don’t think I can finish reading your post with 80% of not understanding. Sorry for that too.


    1. Sorry to hear this. Thanks for stopping by!


  2. Touring NH says:

    Unfortunately, there is no band-aide for emotional hurt. I hope the person responsible realizes and says they’re sorry. And yes, some days are tired days!


    1. Rainy days and those when I have too much on my mind…


  3. Tired, but days given. It’s all we have. Take it as it comes. May there be moments of order and peace


    1. Words of wisdom, Phil. Thanks for coming by and commenting.


  4. I think we all need to be grateful for those things and people that help us forget our problems.


    1. Agreed. They just don’t seem so important when put into perspective.


  5. mariekeates says:

    I hope whoever hurt you didn’t mean to and I’m glad you found a bit of peace in your day.


    1. Little hurts are part of life, getting past them is living…
      Thanks for dropping by and commenting Marie.


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