Moon your cold darkness,
Indulgent in your want of light
Taking in the radiant goodness.
Sun your ever-giving brightness,
Never discriminating but simply giving your light and goodness.
Ramblings
Arrived at the MANA conference in Monterey, which is connected to my past, my bright, amazing, 20s when I fought fires for the Forest Service—this forest, The Los Padres National Forest. I remember the cabin near Pacific Valley Sta. and the amazing times I had visiting and being HERE!
I can here the waves of the Pacific.
I hate Breast Cancer Awareness Month (BCAM), kinda. I mean I want to appreciate and I do. I’m so glad that breast cancer as a cause gets a boat-load of attention, money, fundraising but the god-awful truth that motivates these events is the fact that more “young” women die of the disease than any other affliction. It kills old ladies too, at a faster rate. People are being ripped from loved ones before their time because of breast cancer … as a society we want to know why because we miss the women who’ve died. Susan G Komen, Joan Morrissey, Carolyn Shed. OK, yeah I had it and I didn’t die…thank anyone who’ll listen, including any and all Gods and Goddesses, Buddha too! I’m here but scarred. Literally and figuratively. Got the battle wounds to prove it.
And now, my mom, who thought it would be a good time to get her mammogram…her and hundreds of thousands of women…during BCAM. Had to go back the next day for the needle core boring biopsy to mine for that thing…the thing that we don’t know how to effectively stop. The thing that sucks enormous amounts of brain energy and money and funding ‘cause we really don’t get it…looking for something they find nothing (can’t call it the thing that begins with…c. ) but something that might one day turn into the thing that begins with…c .
She has something like displasia of some cells and she'll need a lumpectomy. Good news is that it's not cancer just pre-cancer cell growth. So they'll cut it out and hope that that's that.