As we called and emailed loved ones, friends and colleagues, a web of light began like a tapestry around us.  The love mill spreads fast.  I came to appreciate email because although it seems at first impersonal, it tended to give the reader some time to absorb such unexpected information.  Like this blog, we are able to get information out to those we knew would want it…  We have been getting surprises dropped off on our doorstep and in our mailbox, positive and G.O. energy coming in our direction, phone calls, cards, well wishes, food…love is blowing in the late summer breeze.

Last Sunday didn’t turn out at ALL as I thought it would.  I was feeling a little wrapped up in myself, and planned to do errands with B, and start working on our bedroom which is sorely in need of TLC.  Alas, instead a friend picked me up and swooped me off to her house and we walked her beautiful property.  We saw a pair of sand-hill cranes that have been hanging out on her land for about a year.  It was incredible.  We ate delicious tomatoes and cucumbers from our gardens, soup made by her daughter, we talked and laughed.  She told me of an inspirational dream that she had as a young woman.  She also asked if we’d accept a gift of a cleaning person every other week during treatments.  I found myself letting all that she had given me today wash over me like a warm tide.  It has been like this with so many of you.

Back home for a short 2 hours, and then off to a Boy Scout cookout where I was greeted by hugs, concern and warmth from so many.  A 13 year old boy, who has been friends with E since kindergarten, came straight up to me and handed me a bag and gave me a big hug.  It had a hand knit light blue shawl with a prayer under the ribbon that was tied around it.  He said it was made by someone in his church and that he thought of me when he saw it.  He called it a prayer shawl.  Parents whom we have known in scouting for as long as E has been involved came to me throughout the afternoon.  The boys cooked an amazing dinner and so did the Old Goat Patrol (dads).  At the end of the cook out, E came to us with a large cooler with pink ribbons around it.  It was a gift of food from two new scouts and their moms for our family.

I immediately came home and drew LIFTED.  I basically blew off the plans for the day and it became a spontaneous combustion of human connections.  E helped me make a picture of an angel and we have started putting names and numbers of all the people who have offered themselves to us.