Some moments are frozen in time, stilled in sense and sight. Etched on our minds and engraved in our memories.
I’m remembering a week when my beloved was away for a few days and (very thoughtfully) provided me with meals in the freezer.
All lovingly home-cooked and pre-prepared ahead of time. Yes I know, I’m one blessed woman!
There was even a typed list of what to find where and how to deal with it. How’s that for organisation?
He takes such good care of me; his hands willing to work on my behalf since he lost paid employment, and despite having developed Parkinson’s disease over the last 2 years.
Thankfully, he can still do most things he used to do before his diagnosis, albeit slower, with a degree of pain and fatigue.
I’m not completely helpless in a kitchen. I can muster up coffee, breakfast and a snack, but I am unused to coping alone with main meals.
Because cooking and cleaning are lost arts to me since I’ve become more chronically unwell with arthritis, fibromyalgia and M.E.
I can’t stand for long, lift or carry much, can only walk a few steps unaided, experience a great deal of muscle and joint pain plus profound fatigue on a daily basis, cognitive problems, brain fog and hypersensitivity to light and sound.
Thankfully, my husband actually loves to cook because he’s pretty good at it and preparing meals relaxes him.
We may live a rather limited life compared to some, yet we are grateful for small mercies and experience moments of joy in little things.
The poem below speaks about my determination to press past my problems and push myself to enjoy a moment in time – although it’s not a recommended practice for those with M.E to extend themselves too much. Sadly, there’s always a payback afterwards. 😦
A moment in time
It’s only a moment in time
as I heed the inner need
to step outside a while
My senses alert to burgeoning
life as I peg laundry to line
I feel warm sun rays
playing on my face
like a heaven’s breath
benediction of grace
Whistling wind whips swift
tussling through hair and
trees, its resonant notes
vibrating each green leaf
Echoed in chiming ice-cream
van, roaming nearby streets,
while ‘sun has got its hat on’
sounds make children fleet of feet
My arms and legs ache so
with every move I make
And this bitter-sweet task
is no mean feat for me
Although washing is often
dried inside, today I yield,
follow my heart’s yearning,
welcoming embrace of Spring
**I’m editing and sharing this pre-prepared post I’d intended to share last year, because my health remains rather challenging at the moment and fresh inspiration is a bit thin on the ground. Hopefully normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Thank you for your grace! ** 🙂