Three of the things that have kept me going during periods of protracted illness and recovery are: susurrus in the trees (the sound of the wind whispering, rustling), apricity (the feeling of sun warming cold skin on a winter’s day) and, of course, the delicious smell of petrichor. I love these three words.
https://www.smh.com.au/national/alchemy-for-glum-times-awe-of-life-s-wonders-20200807-p55jg7.html
My doctor asked me a few days ago how I became so calm before the surgery. I told her: I prayed, I locked out negativity and drama and drew my family and tribe — all big-hearted, pragmatic people — near. I tried to live deliberately.
“Can I just say,” she said, “you should do that for the rest of your life.”
https://www.nytimes.com/2015/09/02/opinion/was-it-cancer-getting-the-diagnosis.html
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