Sansaku: Going On a Year
7/31/23
Two landmark days in a row. I picked the early summer apples. The crisper’s full of the best, the next best made into sauce. It took all afternoon. And yesterday I trimmed the garlic that’s been curing in the shed. Twelve bundles of twelve. We’ll plant and give away the best. The next best we’ll eat. They’ll last until next summer.
An old-fashioned key and a most unusual lock in my dream last night. Remember when Alice was small? She’d entered through a rabbit hole. No way could she know what was coming.
I didn’t seed my dreams. I didn’t need to. The body knows. Today another blood draw. On one hand, no big deal. My seventh time around. But then again, it’s charged with meaning and emotion.
The time of the draw, high noon. The wheel of fate starts spinning. I won’t know the number for a good six hours. The time in-between the most fruitful. I’ll be walking with a friend. I plan to process.
A password not a key opens the portal. The phone will let me know. Same as school, I get a grade every quarter. I’ll know where I stand after that. What I’m feeling runs in four directions.
Given my type, I’m skilled at denying. There’s nothing to worry about. And worry is the second direction. A current of fear. One never knows. I’m also rational and fairly calm. This is feedback; info I want and need to know. I’m headed for the shadow at the moment.
Denial softens emotion, fear ramps it up. Rationality levels, shadow puts the pedal to the metal. Wrestle with the cancer, treat it like an angel. “I won’t let go until you bless me.” Cancer won’t back down. Neither will I. Going on a year.