Shaky Foot Wisdom
XLVII.
Time! Time! Time!
March 21, 2022
“Now the time has come (Time)
There's no place to run (Time)
I might get burned up by the sun (Time)
but I had my fun (Time)
I've been loved and put aside (Time)
I've been crushed by tumbling tide (Time)
And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)”
~The Chambers Brothers, 1968
Today, I am keenly aware of how quickly time is passing as it has been now nineteen months since I was diagnosed with having Parkinson’s and also over a month since I last wrote of my ongoing experiences. Time. Time. Time.
Once again, due to increased pain and swelling in my hands, I have stepped away from Rock Steady Boxing™ which leaves me with Time. Time. Time. On the plus side, my neurologist is pleased with my overall stabilization of tremors and other symptoms. A new prescription for improved sleep has just begun. Time will indeed tell if this is successful.
The state of world affairs right now and dopamine loss continues to impact my creative writing. Prior to Parkinson’s, I might write poetry daily and now I am aware of just how long it is between the last poem and the next. The time has gone from daily to once every week to ten days. Either my dear muse whispers less often or I am not as able to hear her words as clearly and easily as I did before Parkinson’s.
And yet, through all of this, the clock ticks and I find enjoyment in the small things like a shared picture of a white cat comfortably asleep in a hanging plant basket. For today the smile that brings and the joy I feel at seeing this, is enough.
[image by Ernest Kbl posted on Facebook page Love Meow Meow]
