Blinded

Earth

Earth

The Grandmother wept soundlessly. In this vision she stood in “Australia,” her milky blind eyes lifted to the sky. Rivulet of tears scored her wide cheeks. Weeks passed. Continue reading

Homecoming by Erica Sternin

Today I arise from 646 days

Of ash and immolation, a survivor.

And today I’ve donned a shimmering, verdant robe,

Which is embroidered with strawberries,

And peonies, and joy.

My heartbeats roar like a humming bird,

Drum like a flicker,

Alive.

The Survivor’s Job is to Scream by Erica Sternin

Let the body speak, make meaning of suffering,

“For whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly,”

Doctor King wrote from his prison.

The surgeon cuts flesh and muscle.

And, while unconscious,

The body registers a life threatening event.

Pathology report dated 10/17/2011:

Received a fresh, labeled, right breast…”

(It was my breast).

“sectioned into twenty-three slices.

The nipple is in slice eleven.”

(My nipple!)

“Final diagnosis positive

For metastatic carcinoma”*

Now, let us begin calling the spirit into the body.

Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.

Let the body speak;

The survivor’s job is to scream.

Geometry: Intersections

Photo credit: Convair/General Dynamics Convair Liner Airline Map

Photo credit: Convair/General Dynamics Convair Liner Airline Map

I was a slow learner. Although immobilized on the acupuncture table, I felt restless and frustrated, certain that my Internal Healer could help me, yet not understanding my vision. She stood motionless in a ring, or a hub, of light. For three weeks. Continue reading

Questions

Photo credit: NASA/ESA/Hubble

Photo credit: NASA/ESA/Hubble

I was pinned into physical stillness by twenty or so slender acupuncture needles. My immobility belied the tornado generated by a recent breast cancer diagnosis. Continue reading