Plucked from my normal life and not even able to recall all of my recent days past...
I know that I am loved and I am on the edge of feeling safe once more, in my health.
My mind, not sure which way to turn... being eternally grateful, would be a start and should be the mainstay of my existence.
But, I am so human! Not only frail of body with the assaults that it may encounter on this tricky planet, full of exposures for any weakened system; but human and frail in my mind, in my thoughts and needs.
Not having my normal life (although having life at all has been a huge gift that was restored to me after a very close call) can make me sad, confused, out of control and longing for where I was before I fell.
Why do we always need more than we have, when having anything at all is a blessing?
