Reblogged from Distinctly Praise the Years . . .:
Plans changed as my surgeons revised their procedure and recovery outlook. My mother would come, then my youngest sister, my other sisters following in succession as needed.
Two of the three teams would be working along the nerve that controls my vocal chords. The biggest risk, beyond the obvious worst, was the loss of my voice. I made a point of recording a recitation the week prior.
Over the past year or so, C., at Distinctly Praise the Years, has been writing what I only know to call a hymnography of embodiment, sublime, intimate, joyful and aching. Her latest posts are beyond my meager powers of description. I simply bow in her direction, in respect, and as a way of pointing you towards her.
