Yea...hooray! Sooo happy to hear this great news Deb!
And of course will be sending loving healing energy as always!
We may all consider visualizing Sean walking as well !
Much Love to you,
Yes, Wolfdog, that is a great idea, that we all visualize Sean walking through our front door, coming home!!!!
Much love to you all,
My email to my son this evening!
Hey, hope you enjoyed your supper and are now cozied up in bed.
Sun is going down earlier and earlier each day. I got home right before it got really dark.
You know, right after dusk but right before really dark. ahahha And there was this old black
man with a cane crossing the street which appeared to be drunker than a skunk; however,
he may have just been slow and careening. Anyway, he made it across the street and I was
able to turn on the street to the apts. I attempt to hold my judgements, because I really do
not know what another is going through. I can tell you what it appears to be to me from
my perspective but I cannot state that for the truth. Oh, when I was leaving today, I waved
at Rodney who was on his computer emailing someone, so he is in his office and whatever
the rumor was, it was just a rumor. Ya see, most of the talk is just that, talk.
Anyway, tomorrow I will be doing like five payrolls for our clients since we are closing Thursday
and Friday. Then I will have to go to the bank after work and straight home from there.
I am going to make the Cheesecake tomorrow night, then I will get up Thursday and do our
cooking for our Thanksgiving Dinner. Oh, we have so very much to be grateful for. I recall that
last year you were still on a stomach tube and not allowed to eat anything at Arlington Heights.
Also, you weren't suppose to have liquids but I was sneeking you iced tea. Speech Therapy was
working with you for your memory loss and slowly you began to recall what day it was and what
various objects were, such as baskets and their functions. It was like you had to relearn so many
things and I know that you don't even remember most of that, but I do.
We got your hands to working again with squeezing the little blue ball that Don now has. By the way,
is he remembering to squeeze that everyday? I didn't think so. So, maybe you might remind him
of that each day. Anyway, each day I would work with you in what day it was and helping you to brush
your teeth with a swab to build up your jaw muscles again after they had been crushed. I used to
swab your mouth with a lemon flavored cotton swab, you liked that. I would toss the little blue ball to you
to help you coordinate your right arm as your left arm was still stabilized by rods and you couldn't move it.
I remember how excited we were when you could remember what day it was and when you could
designate what the purpose of a basket was or a teapot.
And today, look at you! Do you really realize how far you have come??? I really don't think you realize,
I don't think you remember how bad off you were. So yes, we have so very very much to be grateful for,
and we need to never ever forget that you "came back to life". And through it all, I was there to urge you on.
And each day, I saw you grasp another little portion of recovery. Baby steps after baby steps but still they
were there. I saw your desire to live in each day and I was joyed.
And now we are here, a year later, and you are on the verge of walking again. What a miracle that is!!!
What a miracle it is that you have all your faculties about you and that you are cognitive. Do YOU really
realize how far you have come? Today, as I sit here and remember last Thanksgiving. I was just grateful
that you were still alive and I was hopeful for whatever progress you would make. Today, I am amazed
at the progress that you have made and am so thrilled that I could witness it all and be here for you and me.
Your will to live has just amazed me over these last 15 months. What a wonderful Thanksgiving Day we
are going to have on Thursday. I am so very proud of you and I am proud to be your Mother and I am so
very grateful for our life together. After all we have come through, we can go through anything. I have no
doubts that we will always come out on top of everything.
Happy Thanksgiving Sean T., I am happy in giving my thanks.
I love you,
Wonderful Wounds by Sean T. Blackwell
Sean wrote this today and gave me permission to post it on sm.com.
How beautiful is this? What a Thanksgiving this is...I am so loving it. Deb
Seemed to tame old hate with wisdom
There it was waiting to leave this realm
Like an old man checking his news everyday
The numbness of hurt from the heart grows
Distance between family and friend out of focus
Sick like a dog from being so caring and ugly
Time passing quickly more so than others
Stuck in a field of wonder not mystic nor joyous
Until one steaming day of endlessness
Leapt from agony not only alone but insane
And awake with much a pain than before
Family now in focus and sharply touched
Heartbeat relieving old stress and anger
New hunger and light of day when younger recalled
A person has given their life for mine a sacrifice of no limit
Happiness for the first since a boy in the dirt twinkling
Now the wounds are wonderful giving life and mindful of death
For with not a care or understanding of a smile again taken
Teaching the young arrogance against the old stubbornness fading
The future resonates with a song of rebirth and new faces
Loving on the line stepped up now to be bold
A breath away from beauty and joy and love
Sean T. Blackwell
In the Hands of a Sculptor
Bringing this to the surface again for my son to read. Happy Thanksgiving!
IN THE HANDS OF A SCULPTOR
(by Deb Abbott)
In the hands of a sculptor, she began to grow
Into the woman she had always known
Lay just beneath the surface of her exterior
Waiting, impatiently, for the touch that would free her.
The first time he saw her, his eyes probed within
Seeing only what was to be and not what had already been.
Gently, he made his way towards her being
Anxious to unveil what he was truly seeing.
Amused, yet delighted, she let him browse within
But, just enough, to let her know he'd come back again.
Respect had already grown between the two, you see,
For one to know, the other to see, was all that needed to be.
Her medium, a little cracked and dried, was not quite ready.
So, she prepared it for him, giving time for his hands to steady.
Then he heard her silent voice whisper from within, "Come to me."
A look of appreciation filled his eyes as he reached out to touch what was yet to be.
She felt his thumb slide down what would be the contour of her face.
And, she was pulled, ever so gently, from a place somewhere beyond time and space.
Yet pliable she allowed herself to be.
Offering for him to find what, as of yet, she could not see.
His hand moved slowly but with a resonant beat
As his fingers dug into her, exposing a gentle heat.
He allowed her to create her own form.
As she came to life unbridled and untorn.
Gently smoothing her rough edges, he began to see
The image in his mind come to be.
The soft gentle merging of the essence of her soul
Spoke of a living story that was yet to be told.
She caught the scent of him that first day when he formed her nose.
She likened the smell to a spring day when the wind gently blows.
She began to hear when his fingers traced out her ears.
His soft rhythmic breathing erased any and all unfelt fears.
As he stroked her with his affection
She found herself releasing all of her defections.
And what became beneath his hands
Was more than either could have ever planned.
As his thumbs pressed out the molds for her eyes
She wept the tears of angels dripping from the skies.
The windows of her soul were to be revealed
Never again would their living waters be concealed.
His touch became especially tender
Wherewith her lips he began to render.
He paused, as if in a trance
As her lips, along his finger, began to dance.
His fingers spread as his hands caressed her cheeks
He felt her energy, so strong and yet so meek.
He felt himself resting his lips upon her own.
And he thought he heard a delightful little moan.
He felt arms encircle him that were not of his creation.
And a body formed out of the haze with perfect animation.
She became then, all that he wanted her to be.
And through his touch, she became more than what she could ever see.
He lifted her gently from her pedestal, twirling her about the room
She giggled ever so lightly just having come from her tomb.
With eternity resting in her eyes, she gave him the vision to truly see,
In the hands of a sculptor, it was his touch that set her free.
Seriously, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree! You two are gifted writers ~ thank you for sharing your hearts with us, it is yet another blessing to be grateful for!
Love to you and Sean, Deb,
Thank you so much, Sis Lura
Thank you so very much for sharing our journey with us. It is in the sharing that we know that we are not alone. And it is so lovely to have friends like you. We both know that we are here because of your prayers and all of the prayers that have been lifted up for us.
We had a beautiful day of gratitude and we both played the drums on our bulging bellies and sang, "In the Summertime". It was funny - you had to be there. :) And then we ate a piece of cheesecake. :)
Crohn's Flare Up Again!
Well, my lovely friends, Sean and I had two more days of eating wonderful meals that I concocted. However, it seems the Salsa Verde for the Black Bean Burrito was not conducive to Sean's intestinal workings. So, he is now in the Emergency Room being treated, once again, for another Crohn's Flareup.
This was my day to stay at home and rest up and Sean emailed me and told me what was going on and said for me not to come just to sit there for 5 or more hours as we both had been through this ritual before and we knew the outcome - steroids and a shot for pain and back to the facility again. So, I agreed to remain at home. The nurse from Harris Hosp called me to let me know when he got there and I am still waiting to hear an update which I know will come soon.
Anyway, please send your loving energies to surround Sean once again. I am intending that this Crohn's will go into permanent remission.
As always, thanking you all for your participation in our wonderful beautiful journey into life. We have truly grown to know that within every occurrence there is a purpose if we but look for it. So, here we are again looking for the purpose in this event of today.
Sweet love to you all,
Sean is back at the facility, that is all I know right now, but that is good news. Thank you all for your wonderful energies.
Love you, Deb
Awwww! Sending you a big hug through the ethers Deb . And, of course sending the intention for the Chrone's to go back into remission or better even to just go away period!
As always sending loving healing energy and prayers.
Love to you,
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