the autoimmune hippie.

Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. . . Practice resurrection. – Wendell Berry

Jesus

  • covid-19 – please don’t let your guard down now (no matter what the politicians tell you).

    As many of you know, I live in the Deep South. . . and this weekend’s news for the management of COVID-19 was NOT. GREAT. in this part of the world. Our neighboring state of Florida decided to reopen its beaches – on the day its virus cases hit a record high. . . And… Read more

  • feeling all the feels in times of crps and covid.

    I cried at a picture of friends out sitting in folding chairs after finishing a trail hike this morning. I cried because I miss hiking and running trails sometimes (most of the time) and I didn’t sign up for this week of pure pain syndrome hell that has just pushed me to my edges and… Read more

  • dear healthy friends going quarantine crazy, this is the spoonie life. . .

    As the quarantine began in my state some days ago now, I’ve noticed an increase each day in the “I’m bored” posts. The “what do I do” posts. The “I need to see people” posts. Just the general stir-crazy posts. It didn’t take very many days – and I’m not without sympathy. Some of these… Read more

  • ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

    For dust you are, and to dust you will return. – Genesis 3:19 Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. – Psalm 90:12 This is an unusual Ash Wednesday for me. I write to you with a wound vac on my right foot and a PICC line in… Read more

  • when medical care is traumatic

    It’s safe to say that going from “my right foot is really hurting and I think this may be another round of osteomyelitis” – which would have been plenty bad – to a hospital stay with sepsis and blood sugars at levels of near ketoacidosis at times, as well as absolutely unbelievable lactic acid labs… Read more

  • doing the little things I can, making small steps forward with my health, rejoicing in simple but perfect blessings . . . grateful for my smurf life.

    If I could tell the world just one thing It would be we’re all okay And not to worry because worry is wasteful And useless in times like these I won’t be made useless Or be idle with despair I’ll gather myself around my faith For light does the darkness most fear. My hands are… Read more

  • this morning, in the south, our eyes are watching God

    They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His.  They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God. – – Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God Back in… Read more

  • When We’re All Walking A Red Sea Road

    We, buried dreams Laid them deep into the earth behind us Said, our goodbyes At the grave but everything reminds us God knows, we ache When He asks us to go on How do we go on? We will sing to our souls We won’t bury our hope Where He leads us to go There’s… Read more

  • free?

    Roll away this stone Roll away this sorrow And take away this pain That I’ve been holding on to ‘Cause I want to be Like the birds all singing in the trees Oh, Lord, I want to be free. So take away this fear Take away this doubt and  Let me know that You’re here… Read more

  • Merry Christmas, y’all.

    In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that the whole empire should be registered. This first registration took place while Quirinius was governing Syria. So everyone went to be registered, each to his own town. Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth In Galalee, in Judea, in the city of… Read more