In the past several days, I’ve wrapped up my spring semester – and I am deeply grateful to have made President’s List grades this term. It was very *very* stressful at times with the sepsis/surgery/weeklong hospitalization that found me unexpectedly midterm.
Managing to finish well was purely God’s grace, amazing professors, my wonderful family, and just putting one foot in front of the other. Whew.
All that said, it’s time for Maymester and then summer classes, a bit of a more relaxed time. The classes are much more compressed – but they are one at a time and I can breathe a little easier.
And for Maymester, the class each year where we fit a whole semester into two and half weeks, to catch my breath and enjoy myself, I am taking the history of dance.
Since I just adore the ballet and my music history class last year was fantastic, I am stoked for this one as well.
As I was preparing to write this quick post, just to report that I have indeed survived spring and am back, I saw that even my daily Mary Oliver poem (of course I still read her every day) was dancing today:
I have to say, physically, my feet are still giving me absolute fits. It seems that the inflammation and arthritis are just NOT cooperating and I’m not sure what to do. I have a rheumy appointment later today to hopefully come up with a new idea or two. Fingers and toes crossed – and all good vibes, warm fuzzies, and prayers are so appreciated.
(I try not to complain – I am truly grateful to have come as far as I have – but this pain situation can be frustrating as hell sometimes.)
That aside, I am thankful to have the summer to spend time with my family and rest and heal and learn and study and read so many books and do a little cooking and work on my plants and do lots of writing.
And – even if my feet are all kinds of busted – to dance.
Be well, everybody. Take care of yourselves and each other.
Grace and Blessings.
the autoimmune hippie. 