Posts made in July, 2013

My Wobbly Bicycle, 35

Posted by on Jul 31, 2013 in Archive | 16 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 35

We’ve called our cottage “Brown’s Health Farm,” but this last week’s been mostly cold and rainy, not great for the usual swimming, kayaking, biking, walking—and my daughter Kelly and family are here, all six of them. The boys went out fishing early yesterday—the best day, supposedly some sun coming—but the sky opened up and they sat for a while under the Ellsworth Bridge and then the Central Lake bridge before heading home, soaked. They did catch some pike and gar, pretty big, and threw them back. My grandson Noah would rather fish than breathe. If there are fish to be...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 34

Posted by on Jul 24, 2013 in Archive | 14 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 34

I hope to have some sort of focus, an organizing principle for each blog post. Sometimes during the week I take a few photos I’m pretty sure I’ll use. Sometimes something has happened that I know I’ll want to talk about. And do you want more cancer-recovery reports? How much of that do you want? People read this blog for different reasons. Sometimes, like today, I don’t have a clue what I’ll write until I sit down to do it. Writing is writing, as I’ve said many times before. No matter what we say, poem or prose, we always sense a lurking audience. We know what we’ve been...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 33

Posted by on Jul 17, 2013 in Archive | 14 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 33

This month is my “baby” sister (14 years younger) Michelle’s time at the lake (she owns 1/3 of the cottage, I own 2/3). She said that since she wasn’t able to visit when I was having chemo and radiation, she wanted to give me a lake-spa weekend.  She’s new to yoga this year, passionate about it, learning moves and practicing the techniques of “healing yoga” for herself. I had a session every day on the upstairs screened-in porch, waves lapping below, incense burning, woo-woo music on Pandora, and a little sister who loves me. If anything can cure a body, that ought to. Touch...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 32

Posted by on Jul 10, 2013 in Archive | 29 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 32

Does anyone talk about POST-cancer-treatment? You step onto the moving walkway, put your head down, pass all the Stations of the Cross (to mix metaphors), and suddenly the voice-over says to watch your step, the walkway is ending. Feet flat on the dispassionate floor. You’ve been stoic; you’ve looked for humor in all this. When it began, you girded your loins and took each day, horrible or not, as it came. Then it seemed you were to UN-gird your loins and be as normal as possible. Tired, yes, you knew that would be the case. Very tired for a long time. But I did not expect to feel...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 31

Posted by on Jul 3, 2013 in Archive | 12 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 31

You may have been with me since the first “My Wobbly Bicycle” post last December, when I first told you about my cancer. I’m thinking of all the ways one might read the arc of these posts: (1) an opportunistic and narcissistic spilling of the guts; (2) a brave and aware facing of a serious illness; (3) evidence of the grace of God and the power of many prayers; (4) my own little self-help-by-writing-program; (5) evidence of the value of meditation; (6) my simply doing what I do, which is writing stuff down. Which of these is “true”? What have I left out? Here’s what I said that...

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