Storms in the Night...
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xakaraStorms moved in over the mountains and set the darkened sky to rumbling for days on end. Droplets fell toward the thirsty earth in teasing spurts and angry outburst, but never the steady beat necessary for fulfillment. Sky and Earth flirt and mingle but cannot catch a rhythm for long-term satifaction and so the dance continues.
The grumbling sky of a night too fast gone gave comfort through the sleepless hours of what is now yesterday and the early part of this morning. Rather than angry or defiant, the thunder boomed through the darkness like a deep-voiced-velvet-throated friend offering reassurance for the day to come. And it was a prophecy fulfilled before noon saw itself dominate the sky.
Yes, things are looking up as things inevitably do, and my spirit resonates with a peace my body will hopefully catch up with in a time considered soon. To its credit it does its best with what it has. The sunburn has healed nicely and it appears that despite the initial scaling they're won't be any scars to deal with. The discoloration, the possible vitiligo across my face is still uncertain, but the burns there are also healed and well, with new skin light and obvious in the light of day.
Strangely, I am less concerned about the discoloration than I was about my arms and hands. Perhaps because I have spent my life looking upon my hands, having them no longer a recognizable part of me was a greater loss in many ways. My face in contrast, has always been a little different each time my attention has been brought to it. I don't wear makeup so beyond the standard cleansing and moisturizing, there has been little incentive to study the visage that greets the world in a depth that makes me panic or wish to hide.
It's still a good face. As much caramel as chocolate now, perhaps a little more, but a good face all the same. If it is vitiligo, I am blessed that the complexion difference is close if still highly noticeable. So many others with the condition are not as lucky, having the contrasts I only possess in pinpoints on my arms and legs, all over their bodies. I can easily live with what I have if it turns out I must. The issue at hand is that I simply don't know yet what it is and in that I am impatient for medical mysteries have never been the recipient of my zen moments.
A rather long way of saying things are better and I am healing, yes? But sometimes the long way is best to touch on just what you need...Even if you don't quite know what that is. *grin*
Ramble for Ramble's Sake Done
~X
The grumbling sky of a night too fast gone gave comfort through the sleepless hours of what is now yesterday and the early part of this morning. Rather than angry or defiant, the thunder boomed through the darkness like a deep-voiced-velvet-throated friend offering reassurance for the day to come. And it was a prophecy fulfilled before noon saw itself dominate the sky.
Yes, things are looking up as things inevitably do, and my spirit resonates with a peace my body will hopefully catch up with in a time considered soon. To its credit it does its best with what it has. The sunburn has healed nicely and it appears that despite the initial scaling they're won't be any scars to deal with. The discoloration, the possible vitiligo across my face is still uncertain, but the burns there are also healed and well, with new skin light and obvious in the light of day.
Strangely, I am less concerned about the discoloration than I was about my arms and hands. Perhaps because I have spent my life looking upon my hands, having them no longer a recognizable part of me was a greater loss in many ways. My face in contrast, has always been a little different each time my attention has been brought to it. I don't wear makeup so beyond the standard cleansing and moisturizing, there has been little incentive to study the visage that greets the world in a depth that makes me panic or wish to hide.
It's still a good face. As much caramel as chocolate now, perhaps a little more, but a good face all the same. If it is vitiligo, I am blessed that the complexion difference is close if still highly noticeable. So many others with the condition are not as lucky, having the contrasts I only possess in pinpoints on my arms and legs, all over their bodies. I can easily live with what I have if it turns out I must. The issue at hand is that I simply don't know yet what it is and in that I am impatient for medical mysteries have never been the recipient of my zen moments.
A rather long way of saying things are better and I am healing, yes? But sometimes the long way is best to touch on just what you need...Even if you don't quite know what that is. *grin*
Ramble for Ramble's Sake Done
~X
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