It’s been a rough week.
Grandma got sick. Really, really sick – like you don’t want me to tell.
And just as the light at the end of the tunnel was beaming into our weary eyes, Dad got hit. We’ve had an intense medical ward energy looming over our days. Chlorox, electrolye water, soiled rags. When the rags ran out we soiled the towels, when the towels ran out – we just soiled whatever was left.
Medicine calls it Norovirus. We called it a serious kick in the ass.
And in between the moments of little baby screams and there was a deafening silence. The jackhammer in my head was so loud it was quiet. Our minds drifted towards feeling healthy – sunny days on the beach and cool mountain breezes in enormous canyons. Every pain, ache, scream, vomit became purely animal. Function over fashion devoid of intellectualism. It was a priori life. It was beautiful in a sick way. It is slowly returning us to understanding the power of our family unit, its resiliency and how we are blessed to have a team to create progress out of pain and love out of discomfort.
Here’s a tribute to those times:
- a quote from a beautiful card that Mom gave Dad
- a picture of a sunny ray flower (of a sunflower).
- a wonderfully rich painterly CC texture from Nasos3.
- some emotion, and a feeling that I needed to create something soft and warming
- playing around with the pieces blending in Photoshop elements
Leave me a note in the comment section if you want to get the PSD (photoshop) file showing how I put these pieces together. I’m happy to share and create an even bigger team.
Recovering and Growing. – Lech
Oh man. You are all are in my thoughts. Recover well, recover soon.
Thanks Denise – We’re getting there… (and we’ve gotten our flu shots early!)