I was coming back from mucking out the barn yesterday morning (the day after we came home from the hospital) and there was Jon tending his flowers.
Since he has a concussion and gets dizzy unexpectedly, as well as difficulty getting up from chairs and walking up and down stairs because of the bruising to his back, we agreed that he wouldn’t walk around without me.
But I was too happy to see Jon deadheading his flowers and taking their pictures to be upset with him. Too happy to see him being Jon.
This morning on his Recovery Journal Jon wrote about how he has a team of women and men around him that he is listening to. I know he’s trying. And I probably wouldn’t be much better at it than he is.
Love is a growing thing that sometimes makes my heart swell and sometimes is so frustrating I want to stamp my feet and scream.
I’ve never read a better description of love than the one written by Emily Habeck in her novel Shark Heart, about a woman whose husband is turning into a Great White Shark….
“The surface of love was a feeling, but beyond this thin layer, there was a fathomless, winding maze of caverns offering many places to see and explore. Wren used to think romantic passion only grew more intense in the depths. But this belief was naive and impractical, a by-product of a certainty-obsessed culture that equates love with longing and views ambivalence as a fatal flaw.
Wren saw now how passion was delicate and temporary, a visitor, a feeling that would come and go. Feelings fled under pressure; feelings did not light the darkness. What remained strong in the deep, the hard times, was love as an effort, a doing, a conscious act of will. Soulmates, like her and Lewis, were not theoretical and found. They were tangible, built.” from “Shark Heart” by Emily Habeck