Seemingly like many of us over the last couple of weeks, I have been experiencing my share of stress and frustration. As Mil said... something in the water. However, over the course of the last few days I have been reminded that while I cannot determine whether or not my patients will die, or if Jason's chemo will work, or if Swince Flu spreads, or the economy rebounds...
I can certainly choose how I respond to these events. And I am choosing love, light, laughter and joyful self-expression over the darkness I have been dishing out lately. (A personal THANK YOU to ETRamblings - my knitting enabler as well as co-worker - for reminding me when I need reminding while swirling in the drama that can be the ER! Love you, Beth!!)
One of my professors from Nursing School has as her personal mission to remind nurses that it's about the ART every bit as much as it is about the SCIENCE. She used to have us write weekly essays about our experiences. This afternoon, the first public reading of some of those stories, now published as "A Call To Nursing" by Kaplan, was held at the University of Illinois in Chicago. One of my essays made it into the publication! I was so moved by the readings. I was reminded that despite it all, really, it does all boil down to us giving a damn about one another. Or, more simply put, LOVE.
I just finished re-reading pages and pages of MWK posts from the last few days... and I, too, am just blown away by the caliber of individuals found in this forum. Not just the knitting... really, that is just an outward expression of the collective creativity present, but of the character, integrity, generosity and love expressed here. Love for our selves as individuals, love for each other, love for our craft, love hand-crafted into works of art gifted to others, and - recently - romantic love, as well. The lesbian folk singer Chris Wiliamson sings a song "Waterfall" on her breakthrough album 'The Changer & The Changed' that runs through my head as I write this. The lyrics, "Filling up and spilling over... an endless waterfall..." describe for me what I get from MenWhoKnit. I get filled up to the point of overflow so that I can share with others.
In "A Call To Nursing" one of my classmates from school, Shirley, wrote of being on a journey for which one cannot pack, does not know the route or even the destination. However, it is a journey we must take nonetheless. Some journeys happen by default, some rather begrudgingly... but it is the journey of the unknown traveler in each of us that rises up and grabs the steering wheel with a roar of delight in our perpetual movement, our forward motion, our wild and adventurous abandon as we take on life and it's logical conclusion on our own terms.
God Speed, Brothers! I am honored to be amongst you.