Dear friend,
I guess the big thing for me today was a surgery on my left foot,
to remove a benign but problematically large cyst that had made itself a home there.
It was a day surgery.
My appointment was at 7am.
At that time in the morning the hospital was calm and empty.
There were few of us wandering about, so we said hello to each other.
Someone sneezed and received a “bless you,” and gave a thank you and a smile in return.
I guess we all felt like we had something in common—waiting to go under the knife.
My surgery got pushed back to the afternoon,
which gave me ample time to finish reading Ken Carey’s StarSeed Transmissions,
which Patrick had bought me as a present some years ago,
and which I devoured in a few hours amongst the beeping machines and strip lighting.
The nurses seemed dog-tired.
The kind of tired you see in teaching staff once the first bloom of September has passed,
and everyone is in for the long haul.
I just want to honour all of the people caring for others—
paid, and especially the unpaid carers who give so much.
I’ll bet you,
if we took a “glass half full” view of humanity—
and the water in the glass were the good-hearted people,
those putting one foot in front of the next
even as the stories we’ve relied on up until now unravel in front of our eyes—
I’ll bet that glass is almost full to the brim.
The tide is turning.
As all tides must.
Except this tide is measured in millennia.
How many years since the great beings came to teach us to love one another,
to forgive,
to see a brother and a sister where once we saw a stranger?
Just to say thanks—
Darea, Tomi, Jessi, Tim, Ash, Chris, and Mr. Harry Charalambides and everyone who’s name I didn’t get
at the Whittington Hospital in Archway, London,
who took such great care of me today.
And to all of the caring souls in this world—
God bless you all.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey