Today, someone did a Google search for Homelanding. I came up number one. I am humbled, because there is but one Homelanding, and that is by Margaret Atwood. That I stand in her glow is a great honor. To acknowledge this occasion and honor, I have another little tidbit of her brilliance.
Good Bones
5. Today I speak to my bones as I would speak to a dog. I want to go up the stairs, I tell them. Up, up, up, with one leg dragging. Is the ache deep in the bones, this elusive pain? Does that mean it will rain? Good bones, good bones, I coax, wondering how to reward them; if they will sit up for me, beg, roll over, do one more trick, once more.
There. We're at the top. Good bones! Gone bones! Keep on going.
Cheers.
Comments