For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
like stars

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I have had strep A sepsis and pneumonia twice. It was terrifying and I ended up having to take care of myself. I would be dead if I was not a physician.
Not to be named obscure website helped to sustain me, because it was a place I could go while I was alone, terrified and very very ill. The bout in 2014 took me out of clinic for six months and then I was barely able to work seeing half my usual number of patients. My local hospital refused to help me, but other people did. I am deeply deeply grateful to the people who did help me, including people on everything2.com that I have never met.
I wrote this in June 2014.
released like stars
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My sister used to tell me
“Everything2 is like a brain.
That’s what attracted me.
All the nodes, like neurons
Connected to each other more and more.”
Or something like that.
Isn’t it annoying?
Now that I’ve taken that memory out
Dusted it off
Embellished it
Who knows what she really said
Flashes of light now
And some where I blank out entirely
For just a moment
Only when I’ve eaten
I’m still avoiding carbs
Could be absence seizures
But she said seizures hurt
These do not hurt
And are accompanied by muscle twitches
Or muscles rolling gently across my frame
I am scared at first
Because I think they are neurons
Bursting into brain flame
And burning out
Brief candles
But I don’t think that’s right either
I think it is plaques
Deposits of antibody
Small pushpins in the wrong place
Being released like stars
I dream a night sky thick with stars
all the stars start falling
I think “That isn’t good.”
sore afraid
all the stars are angels falling
I think “That isn’t good.”
sore afraid
an angel falls close past me
in space
face at perfect peace
I think “Why do they fall?”
sore afraid
I am falling in space
head down
no earth beneath me
with the angels
crying, imperfect acceptance
sore afraid
I wake
I put the dream away
it comes back
in a decade
I write about wings
sore afraid
I try to understand
sore afraid
I am asked what my small self
my child self
wants
wings
I say yes
no longer
sore afraid
did you hear the bell?
yes
black on white
white on black
it doesn’t matter
angels falling
made to fall
at peace with falling
I let myself fall
at peace with falling
and wonder what that means?
death?
no
though there are times I long
for the Beloved
for union with the Beloved
for all in one
and one all
let go
when an angel falls
they are at peace
they are at peace
with falling
people
see black and white
people
see good and evil
people
separate
label
categorize
angels don’t
black on white
or
white on black
it doesn’t matter
there is no separation
we are one
Beloved
One
For the Daily Prompt: mnemonic.
I know lots of mnemonics. The first that I learned is “Every Good Boy Does Fine”, for the lines of the staff of the G clef, for playing my flute. Medicine is full of mnemonics. An out of date one: Shock, shock, shock, everybody shock, big shock, little shock, shock, shock, shock. This used to be the order of shocks and the medicines for cardiac arrest. It has changed…
…but I would rather look at the photograph than think about mnemonics. It is not a nebula, but that is a star. I took this with my cell phone when it was almost too dark, so the nebula like shapes are the tops of trees, a block from my house.
On Sunday we had a two hour choral practice, for the concert this Thursday. I go for a walk in the sun up in the hill behind North Beach afterwards. I am still singing the Numberless Stars piece. I am in a small quartet, first alto angel. We will sing from the balcony with the rest of the chorus in the main part of the church.
I walk by a tree and a squirrel chatters at me, scolding. I laugh and sing back to the squirrel.
The squirrel stops chattering and comes down the tree. Around to the front about three feet up and just stays, listening.
She goes out the branch and sits, looking at me. She does some grooming and nearly goes to sleep.
By now I am singing “Squirrels, squirrels,” instead of the correct words, which are “Stars, stars.” A man walks by with two small dogs on a leash. My squirrel does not budge and the dogs don’t notice. The man laughs at me singing to a squirrel.
I sing to the squirrel for a while and then walk on. How magical, to have a creature listen and even relax!
Here she is, nearly asleep…..
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