First Day, First Night

Now morning. I awaken as usual, the window is open a few inches and the soft leaves rustle. I am lost on the sound and whistle of it until my first thought arises,

Leukemia.

My heart is much lighter today.

Eyes puffy, from my day of reckoning, the grief bubbled up , with the fear. I never gave myself to it completely; the bawling.

Mostly I breathed it and felt it touch my skin; getting used to the feeling of these scratchy new words I'll wear like a taffeta ball gown.

And put on a 'Happy Face' (I should say an authentic face) because I am the same woman as I was on monday.

Praise Be to God.

And go teach yoga.