After teaching Moving Writing today, I sat in the studio eating my lunch, when a thud on the window behind me shocked to be out of reverie. A hawk had crashed into the glass and flew off a bit wobbly, landing for awhile in a nearby tree before taking off over the frozen brackish waters. Another messenger?
When I arrived at the clinic, you told me another miracle had occurred in your session with the physiotherapist. You sat on the bench for some minutes with your back straight, completely supporting yourself without even the neck brace to help hold your head. You sat there turning your head slowly, from side to side and up and down, all by yourself. We cried as you told me, you were feeling so proud and me too. I wish I’d been there to see you, but am so happy to see you having pride in these huge baby steps you are taking.
Today I massaged your feet so thoroughly with oil, they’ve nearly shed the last of their leather and are becoming completely soft. Your hands too, have shed all their roughness and are completely soft to touch. Your skin is becoming baby again. As I massaged you, a deer came strolling past your window right here in the middle of the Stockholm suburb.
I fed you mashed cauliflower with béchamel cheese sauce and sweet potato carrot soup. New textures and challenges to expand your horizons. Now on my way home, I’m going to pick up Esmilda at the train station.
Our heartfelt thanks to everyone supporting us, in countless ways, to our dear friends and family and to the infinite kindness of strangers, to the forest, waters, birds and all beings. This diary is dedicated to you.
Thank you to everyone who has donated to our Build a House of Dreams for Patrick gofundme, you have absolutely blown us away with an ocean of generosity. All donations, both on and offline have now been added to the gofundme page, pooling an astonishing 409 383 SEK. You are supporting us beyond our wildest dreams, while making them a reality. Thanks to all of you, we can continue building our home and centre for A R T I S T S in R E S O N A N C E this spring, now with the help of a builder. This gives us great hope.
In case you are new to this diary, Letter to my Love with your Brain on Fire can be read as a prelude.
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Tiny steps are huge accomplishments.
Nice one, Patrick!