Illness invokes loss and a desire to absorb what one still has ..

Discussion in 'Fibromyalgia Main Forum' started by JLH, Sep 30, 2006.

  1. JLH

    JLH New Member

    The Solace of Beauty ......

    As I've become stronger, the importance and solace of beauty never lessen.

    The colors of leaves - yellows, cinnabar, auburn, like teas - hold my attention every day. "Every now and then, in my waking moments, and especially when I am in the country, I stand and look hard at everything," writes William Maxwell in his essay "Nearing Ninety."

    Illness, like age, or a death, invokes loss and a desire to absorb intensely what one still has. I, too, want to stop and stare for long moments, to keep these colors with me.

    Source: from "Encounters with the Invisible: Unseen Illness, Controversy, and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome", by CFS patient Dorothy Wall


    In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms.

    - Truman Capote

    [This Message was Edited on 10/01/2006]

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