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May 2, 2011

It is Monday evening, following the 2011 DiabetesSisters Weekend for Women in Raleigh.  Nancy and I arrived home last evening around 9:30 pm. After dropping her off, I drove the remaining few miles to our home, unpacked the mere essentials, and quietly slipped off into bed.

 What an incredible weekend it was, with time for learning, reflection, connection, and tons of fun. And for those of you who saw me dance, do not hold the mistaken belief that mine is a boundless reservoir of energy.  .  . for indeed the laws of nature hold true . . . that which does go up, must come down.

In my younger years burning the candle at both ends was a way of life, and something I grew to expect of myself and others.  But those days are LONG gone, and I pay the price. This week must, of necessity, be one of rest and recuperation.  During the slump that inevitably follows a high it is easy to come down on ourselves and believe we are fools for having dreams and goals, within the confines of a body that cannot and will not do all that we wish.

My generally optimistic disposition once prompted a friend to query if I ever experienced a “low” moment.  And my quick emphatic response was “Absolutely . . . numerous times, every single day . . . but a positive attitude beats the alternative, and the choice is mine.”

Today I slept in, slowly worked my achy body through a Yoga routine, ate, took a nap, and struggled to pull myself out of bed again. The house remains a cluttered mass of gear and clothing. It’s the price I pay for a weekend of fun.  We don’t have to pretend. Being honest about our fears and limitations is not easy, but without such honesty we do become the Fool and we limit our possibilities.


This being human is a guest-house

Every morning a new arrival.


A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.


Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,


Still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you

out for some new delight.


The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.


Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.



Isn’t that what ORANGE:WILL is all about?


PS: Brandy is working to get pictures posted on our DiabetesSisters website, but for those of you who enjoy Facebook, you can get a sneak preview on my Facebook page. . . Friend Me with a message of ORANGE:WILL  and I’ll know you are my DiabetesSister!