MAY THE LIGHT of inspiration shine among us all through the dark days of year-end and into the brightening days to come, Cowbird Comrades!
I'm looking back on a lengthening string of Christmases, and this almost-past year, which has been a spot too full of handicapping physical ailments -- gout (rotten affliction!), stenosis of the lumbar spine, sciatica, diabetic neuropathy, vertigo. Like Pandora's box, however, I'm left with Hope, and Gratitude for all the gifts I've been given, and intention to renew my literary efforts, here and elsewhere.
Tomorrow I'm scheduled to visit a spinal surgeon, to receive (I hope; it's been a long time coming) a spinal epidural injection, which presents the chance of relief from some of the crippling stuff. Dancing on the greensward in the first light of morning? Probably not. But walking the Union Canal towpath along Tulpehocken Creek would be just fine, thank you.
All of which is by way of saying, MERRY CHRISTMAS, one and all!
More to come, God willing ...