Archive for the ‘Health’ Category

A Willingness To Be Present

June 17, 2013

—∞—

The threshold
Of the future
Is pulled forward
Slowly and surely
Second by second
 
Or stands still
As the past
Slips away
Retreating fitfully
But never completely
 
Our yesterdays linger
Sometimes
Directly behind
Taunting
Or back around a dim corner
 
Barely accessible
If warm and pleasant
Abruptly intrusive
Uninvited
If unhappy or filled with regrets
 
But what of our tomorrows?
Sometimes
Filled with hopes and dreams
Or other times with dread
Uncertainty
 
Days and years
Lying ahead
Our dwelling place
To be
Fleetingly or longer
 
Yet, they are
Empty
Years
Waiting to be filled
By us or circumstance
 
Health, family
Resources, friends
A spiritual foundation
A sense
Of the Other
 
All shape
A life to come
But, really, isn’t it now,
The present,
That will ultimately decide?
 
Our sense of self
Now
Our willing to be
Now
Our gratitude – now
 
Isn’t that what shapes us,
Now, and in the years to come?
How we view the past
Our acceptance of self and others
A willingness to be present

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins

Only one doctor for us

October 25, 2012

Visit to Retinalogist

 
Waiting room filled
Some impatient, antsy
Reading
Others dilated
Anxious or bored
Waiting
 
Doctor and technicians scurrying
Room to room
Pulling files
Scanning
Names called out
Doors opening and closing
 
Hundreds of patients for him
Work tedious
Repetitious
But only one doctor for us
Often dependent
Always grateful

 © 2012 Thomas W. Cummins

With gratitude

August 25, 2011

Back when I began running 33 years ago I would have questioned the sanity of anyone who told me I’d still be running now. Anyway, I am and with gratitude.

My latest pre-run routine consists of this: at 5:20 a.m. I have a banana washed down with a glass of chocolate milk containing two heaping spoonfuls of pinole. At 7:30 I head out the door. If this little snack  isn’t doing wonders for how I feel, then I have a terrific imagination. Endurance is better; times are better. I feel great!

I figure it is either the meal contents themselves or the omission of my usual large bowl of cereal with a banana on top. Whichever it is, things are going well during my fitness runs.

A little fresh air and sunshine will be nice

May 14, 2010

Short visits to the prison are better than no visits. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Today, I needed to see three people (offenders in solitary)  for sure, and I needed to inform one other offender about future communion service plans. All of that was accomplished, and I returned home.

I should be up to full speed in another couple of weeks. Until then, a triage approach to my visits to those in solitary will have to suffice.

This weekend should see and end to the rain, and, hopefully, will present an opportunity for some leisure time outside. A little fresh air and sunshine will be nice … unless a “to do” list is being generated elsewhere, of course.

Tomorrow will be a better day …

May 5, 2010

Things are looking up. Heading to the store for some fresh fruit: pineapple and strawberries.

Our entertainment for the past few days has been some major excavation work at the house across the street. It seems their lateral sewer connection failed. The pile of dirt is immense; a large pink dogwood was lost, end of their driveway and two sidewalks demolished.

I know the guy operating the backhoe, but have talked with him very little during the job, not feeling up to snuff and all. He probably doesn’t miss my engineering assistance.

Everyone in our village  pays $28 per year into a community fund to help with such failures. If pooled funds are sufficient, 90% of the cost can be covered (provided proper bidding processes are followed). Ours went a few years ago with the repair at $4,000. Ninety percent helped! The job across the street is running around $12,000.

We are missing lots of beautiful weather in an attempt to avoid the tree pollen. Windows shut and the A/C on when they normally would not be.

Tomorrow will be a better day …

I’m staying in!

May 3, 2010

Being under the weather for more than a week following our trip to Italy has had a tendency to tarnish a wonderful experience. Upper-respiratory infection aggravated by allergies, energized by the exhausting 27-hour day coming home, and the effects of jet-lag on any attempts to rest,  have come together to create a unique way for really feeling crappy.

Early this afternoon, we wondered where the plume was coming from as it stretched across our backyard. It turns out that a sudden breeze had lifted oak pollen off of our roof as well as the neighbor’s. I’m staying in!

Sunday at noon, here in St. Louis, “Eyes on the Prize” is being shown in three two-hour segments – one segment each Sunday.  I can’t recall how many times I’ve watched many of the six segments, but the whole thing remains gut-wrenching.  Watching the series is well worth being kept aware.

I’m hopeful for a program on the middle passage where anywhere from 16 to 60 million Africans died during their transport on slave ships. Their was apparently indifference in the record keeping to have an accurate number.