Victory

I am no longer sick! (knock on wood.) 


It has been a long time since I have felt this energetic (like 3 months, honestly). It hit me last Friday -- a strong enthusiasm for life rather than the more familiar feeling of bad stress that has been plaguing me since I got sick. And, despite a very busy weekend of time with friends, I've still got the enthusiasm at 5:30pm on Monday night(and I'm still at school waiting for a night class to start!). It is amazing how good it feels; it is as though I am "getting my life back," in a way. And there is no better time. With graduation approaching and the reality that there is a finite checklist (even if it is still a long one) of homework assignments left to complete, I am ready to be back on my A-game, working as diligently as possible until I reach the finish line. 


And, perhaps the best part, is that tomorrow morning I am going to go for a run for the first time since February. The doctor said "no running" until April, and April starts this week, so I'm going to go for it. SB has been biking using his trainer almost every day and I have been inspired/envious. I never realized how much seasonal affectation plays a part in my life, or maybe this year was particularly bad because it was coupled with my mono, but these long, sunny, warmish days are having a big impact on my attitude. Summer is coming!


On that note... 

A SWEET FLYING DREAM
BY LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI

We were two naked
  light-headed dandelions
   with natural hair blown out
 floating high over the landscape
   blown by zephyr winds
  our long legs dangling
    straight down
   translucent
      dandelion stems
 in an archetypal primordial dream
            of flying
Sweet hills & waters
   flowed below us
 as we floated high over
    lakes & rivers
       & windblown peaks
We
     drifted
     wafted easily
    We
          flew wingless
 Full of air
      our hair
        buoyed us
      We
 Trailed our slim legs
   in streams of silver air
  There
   was nothing
            blowing us down
    or away
     from each other
After a long way
     and a long while
            we
       glided down
   lower & lower
 in great swinging circles
  The sea
   the lapping sea
     rose up
    and we
     were over gold land
     close up
 and I
  I was afraid you would
           come against the ground too hard
 and I reached down
               and took
          your two extended hands
       in mine
      and held you below me
          like that
             floating
As we drifted
  lower & lower
 the earth
     came up to us
     so softly
     And
 we landed
      so quietly
     sank
  so gently
      to the bright soft ground
     And lay in the light
   flowerless fields