Radiation Lights

Hello loves.

Greetings from L’Hôpital.

Then home. Trying to rehearse for the upcoming Los Angeles / San Diego dolls shows today. I can’t believe they’re this weekend. It feels like a dream.

The poetry of the hospital continues, unabated. The Radiation/Oncology Department Has Decorated for the Holidays.

I honestly don’t even know how to tell you what I’m feeling right now, except to say that I am getting closer and closer to who I am.

I also want to just give a random (its never a bad time) to all the nurses, doctors, radiation assistants, laundry do-ers, coffee makers, bedpan cleaners, parking garage ticket-takers and (….) endless other people who make a hospital work 24/7/365. I have spent so much time in these kinds of halls and the people who work here are earth angels. Just doing the things while the ill are ill and the moms give birth and the cancer gets radiated and the dying get hospice. It’s incredible and sometimes you just sit there in awe of the miracle. This department, this string of lights, the people who work in this windowless room day in and out. It’s a miracle. May they all feel as loved and appreciated as they should.

I love you ALL so much. Christ alive. Whatever you are going through right now – and I know you all, a little, enough to know you’re all Going Through It – I am feeling and breathing along with you. There will be no intermission, ever.

It’s….just a ride.

My lights are up year round, because I always need hope.

I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get three released out this month. It may be two. It may be one. It may just be the Althing and a poem. It’s going to be a hard season for work from over here.

Your endless understanding as my patrons is, so you remember, one of the things that keeps me alive.

You’re supporting me so that I can support others right now, and that’s how it works.

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