Humbled

Again and again I trick myself into thinking this healing journey is linear

I eat my oatmeal with a smile because today I woke up healed

I believed that it was different now

Now it is afternoon tea and I feel funny and foggy and

I see that I’ve been mad-hattered once again into thinking

This was the end

When there is no end, there is only up and down,

Forward, over…under and a serpentining route

Of healings

Consecutively hung on the garland by the fireplace of God

My healing is not linear and I hear the whisper

That those who are patient with its unfolding are

Greatly rewarded

Day Three