Songs from a Lead Lined Room

I lose myself in thought as I place one foot in front of the other. My brain, which traveled this same route when my best friend Bob and I ran to get in shape for track season, is trying to block messages from my 55-year-old feet and back. Most of those messages question my sanity. Do you know what time it is? I know I have to take the time if I'm going to lose that last 10 lbs. Time? There's no stopping it. It just keeps flowing like a river to the sea. It carries all our lives to some unknown place mixing our lives with others. Sharing our hopes, our love and our tragedies. I attended a book signing on Friday, May 10, partly because it was hosted by the Palmer Public Library but mostly to celebrate the author. To celebrate not her life as an author but the extension of her life and her battle with cancer. She was given the gift of having more time to write, to laugh, to walk, and to kayak on her favorite river. She used some of that time to relate her experiences in a book. A book whose invention wasn't to turn a profit but to fill a void in the cancer literature which would explain her feelings and help others and their families cope in a time in their lives when time is all you can think about. I sat in a crowded room and listened to the questions and Suzanne's heartfelt straightforward answers. We as a community had gotten together to express our support and she in turn helped us to understand, to be more proactive with our own health not only for ourselves but also for our family and community. So I tell my feet I know it's five o'clock, but I have the time.