MelissaM
Well-known member
Hey guys,
I've been slow posting this week, more due to my *new* dial-up connection, rather than desire. Lots of good new posts. Just wanted to muse a bit on this night before surgery. Maybe it will spark some memories for those who have gone before me, or some new thoughts for those still waiting to proceed.
This moment feels a bit like the eye of the hurricane - the storm of getting ready preceding this point in time, and the storm of recovery yet to come. For now, all is well. I am in good hands, surrounded by good people who love me, and as prepared as one can be to have their heart stopped. The one constant in my life from the time I was oh-so-tiny in my mother's womb has been a heartbeat. 100,000 times a day it has given me life. Tomorrow, for the first time in my life, it will stop. I cannot expect this moment to be anything but mystical. Van Morrison got it right when he sang Into the Mystic. . .
As a sailor, this song reaches into my soul to describe this moment on the precipice of mysticism. Thanks to all of your help, I am ready to flow into the Mystic.
Keeping you posted,
Melissa
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We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic
When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I've been slow posting this week, more due to my *new* dial-up connection, rather than desire. Lots of good new posts. Just wanted to muse a bit on this night before surgery. Maybe it will spark some memories for those who have gone before me, or some new thoughts for those still waiting to proceed.
This moment feels a bit like the eye of the hurricane - the storm of getting ready preceding this point in time, and the storm of recovery yet to come. For now, all is well. I am in good hands, surrounded by good people who love me, and as prepared as one can be to have their heart stopped. The one constant in my life from the time I was oh-so-tiny in my mother's womb has been a heartbeat. 100,000 times a day it has given me life. Tomorrow, for the first time in my life, it will stop. I cannot expect this moment to be anything but mystical. Van Morrison got it right when he sang Into the Mystic. . .
As a sailor, this song reaches into my soul to describe this moment on the precipice of mysticism. Thanks to all of your help, I am ready to flow into the Mystic.
Keeping you posted,
Melissa
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We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic
When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
