Sunday, February 8, 2015

Dormant Volcanos; Warm Maple Syrup, and the gift of the "M" Word


Laughter erupts from the depths of my soul.  Like a dormant volcano coming to life.  It is unexpected and deep. There is a long, awkward pause on the other end of the phone.   The nurse repeats her message but tries different words.   Now I am gasping for air. This is a joyous, uncontainable laughter from very deep inside my soul. The velocity and uncontainableness surprises even me.  It is spilling out all over the airwaves, like lava, it bubbles and spreads. 

More silence.....

The nurse haltingly tries again. The words quickly spilling from her throat like
warmed maple syrup. Unbeknownst to her, these words pour over my being and seem to coat it in an invisible sweetness that I have not known before. 

She tries again, this time with an explicit explanation using the "M" word. Finally, with slight exasperation she asks me if I have any questions.  Like a helium balloon that has almost run out of helium, I barely squeak out a, "no". 

The line goes dead and I realize the conversation is over.  I want to go outside and shout at the top of my lungs, "I MADE IT!"  but instead I text a couple friends and we have a good giggle.  One even offers to make me a warm
double fudge chocolate cake to celebrate.  I am absolutely sure this poor nurse has NEVER had any woman respond in this manner.  Poor thing! 

Now to be honest, some of my friends are simply dumbfounded at my joy!     Evidently, they have not brushed with the possibility of not making it to this moment and season in life.  I have and to be honest, those moments have pulled me up with the reality of my fragileness as a human being and the limited amount of moments I will get to live on this planet.  Therefore, I intend to "pause" and celebrate without the "men"!  (Sorry guys, it's a girl thing.)

So...tonight I celebrate that I have been given this gift and am being welcomed into this new season. I want to embrace it and enjoy all the richness of the moments. May you find joy in even the small milestones that mark your life with transitions and forward movement.

Until We Chat Again,
The Plank-Eyed Girl














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