Oh How Time Flies...

Well, I started this blog with such enthusiasm and then it seems that August took over and now it's been over a month since my last post. I apologize. The past month has been filled with many wonderful adventures, memories and laughter. From camping on Stave lake, a birthday getaway celebration to Whistler and visiting a good friend in Seattle the past month has been full to the brim. In and amongst these adventures work has beckoned me to fulfill my obligations as a full-time employee, yippee!
This has truly been a summer to remember. My goal was to embraced what life brought to me, to truly taste and experience every moment and I feel that I was as successful as I could be in reaching that goal. But I have found that by desiring to feel life more fully has not only increased my ability to experience complete joy in the little things but it has also helped me to articulate and understand the frustration and pain that I am feeling. While I have experienced one of my most memorable summers, the joy has been shadowed by the physical pain that I have experienced as my symptoms have increased and become more intense. Never have I experienced such tension between joy and sorrow as they try to co-exist with my life.
The most frustrating thing about dealing with these symptoms is that I have not known how to deal with them. My neurologist in Abbotsford referred me to the MS clinic in Vancouver already back in July and my appointment with the clinic is not until September so for the past couple of months I have felt like I've been riding out a storm without any paddles or understanding of how to deal with the storm. I am hoping that the neurologist in Vancouver will be able to help me find different techniques and treatments to help with my symptoms. A poem which has been an encouragement to me is Waiting by John Burroughs. Here it is below, enjoy.

WAITING

by: John Burroughs (1837-1921)

ERENE, I fold my hands and wait,

Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;

I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,

For, lo! my own shall come to me.







I stay my haste, I make delays,

For what avails this eager pace?

I stand amid the eternal ways,

And what is mine shall know my face.







Asleep, awake, by night or day,

The friends I seek are seeking me;

No wind can drive my bark astray,

Nor change the tide of destiny.







What matter if I stand alone?

I wait with joy the coming years;

My heart shall reap where it hath sown,

And garner up its fruit of tears.







The waters know their own and draw

The brook that springs in yonder height;

So flows the good with equal law

Unto the soul of pure delight.







The stars come nightly to the sky;

The tidal wave unto the sea;

Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,

Can keep my own away from me.