Every day, every person you know and all of the people you don’t know yet, as well as those you will never know and those you have somehow forgotten, are all making their way forward. Some seem destined to carry terrible burdens; some seem to shoot forward as easily as watermelon seeds squirt between your finger tips.

Ultimately the only journey you know well is your own. Assuming you are paying attention.

I just say this because we all have loved ones who are just holding on to life, or have in fact had to let go.

And this blog is about a lovely person who is recovering quite quickly. She is very lucky. But she has her work to do.

Today she noticed that her shoulders, which have been very painful for the past ten days after being essentially dead for the weeks before that, suddenly felt less strange.

“Last night I heard Hobbes approaching me in bed,” Tanja said. “And his whiskers brushed my shoulder and it was excruciating. It was so weird.. But today that sensitivity is gone. They feel kinda good.”

It’s a little difference that is a big step forward. And this is how progress looks these days. All the noticeable and barely noticeable changes that accrue day to day. I notice her energy lasts later into the day. She notices that she can feel the warmth of a bath on her calves. It adds up to a very good weekend, all ‘n all.

https://youtu.be/6bMC5lGLlAA