Having no car, and no cellphone (for the last 4 years I’ve refused to carry one, and I’ve never regretted it) I’ve been somewhat forced into an anxious period these last 3 days.
On Monday morning, both Warren and I went to our GP for what seemed to be the same infection troubling us both.
I was in very minor discomfort, but Warren was in absolute agony. Our family doctor booked an appointment with a urologist for him on the spot.Warren drove himself to the hospital, and I haven’t seen him since.
Neither, up until this morning, had I had any word on how he was doing. I was thinking maybe a bladder infection – kidney stones at the very worst.
But by this morning my colleagues at work were getting worried about me, and asked by email if there was anything they could do to help.
Bless them. They called the hospital and were told that my partner was detained after his operation, still had a catheter in him, but would probably be ready for discharge by early this evening.
I can’t tell you how big a relief that was.I’d been through the whole calming rigmarole with the meditation, the Druid Rosary, and invocation of Hecate and Anubis -all of which helped me to remain in a state where I didn’t absolutely freak out and start shouting at the dogs.
Not knowing something is one of the worst forms of torture.
My ataraxia somewhat restored, I took a turn in the winter garden – snipping back here, tidying fallen branches there – in canine company under hard, bright Joburg winter sunshine.
In my ritual area I was weeding out the opportunistic plants from my herbs, when I stopped. A ring-neck dove was calling, loudly in the late morning quiet of this suburb.A wonderful smell was reaching my nostrils. I turned, and saw the jasmine creeper in pink-and-white bloom. Any jasmine lovers out there will know there’s nothing so heavenly as the scent of jasmine.Even, to my great surprise, in the middle of winter.
Life happens, the plant spoke clearly to me, when and where it wills,on its own terms, often in the face of extreme provocation.
Well said, Sister Jasmine – and thank you.
Pic: My Surprisingly Blooming Jasmine plant -that’s a giant cycad in the background.