Workout 13 Jan 2013 (quia fecit mihi magna)
Ten minutes bed aerobics and walking to the common room left me exhausted with oxygen tubing.
I swear I never took these legs, these limbs for granted but said the Magnificat (listen!), the Quia Fecit and the Te Deum but my left leg is still messed up and I do not know whether it will come back ever to full function. Massaging it and folding it into my body it becomes a son who is sick whom I cradle.
The video played when you click “listen!” is informed with foolish hope when I thought I might see my son in Europe in 2008, and got all Arted up with several rockets up my ass concerning the beauty of it all. But I was right: the sun still touched to top floors of Paris at 10 pm in June. Hope is the thing with feathers.