Rolling on the Liver.: The Haiku I'm working on

Friday, July 20, 2007

The Haiku I'm working on

HOT YOGA

Salt sweats into eyes.
Slow motion reach, twist, and drip.
Wringing out toxins.

*

I'm working so gotta go. . .

With love, T

P.S. Bob says this is a really weird dispatch, what's a haiku anyway, and no one is going to know what I'm talking about. Haiku? Haiku!!! It's a Japanese style of poetry writing that counts syllables. I learned it in elementary school. Must be the superior Minnesota public schools. (Just kidding!!) Really, it oozed out of me during hot yoga. T

1 comment:

Sarah said...: blogging and yoga
Terri does it and much more
with such compassion; July 20, 2007 at 8:13 PM

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WELCOME.

This e-community decided to start when Bob's liver decided to stop, in the fall of 2006. Instead of moving out of seminary housing and on to a call to parish ministry, our lives quit as the wild bile poisoned Bob from head to toe. All we could do is watch and wait to see if he would need a liver transplant or if his own would regenerate itself; praying that he wouldn't die in the meantime as he shut down to a virtual comotose state.

In the end, there was no transplant but a lot of transformation. Old liver, new lives. Our whole family made it through a dark time thanks to the community that provided us a lifeline of love. Literally at Luther Seminary, from where Bob had just graduated; from my colleagues at Lutheran World Relief; from family, friends and strangers; and electronically via the care pages we started when Bob was at the transplant unit in the Mayo Clinic.

Anyway, this is like after the liver heals, days of our livers, the liver runs through us, the liver of life, or something about going on newly aware of how Bob's liver lives among us. He says definitely not old man liver, but maybe Liverace. So, from the bottom of Bob's organic bile binder, I thank you for coming to this site.