I love my Human Rights in Theatre class. I love that it's already getting to me. Getting under my skin. Making me cry when I hear a powerful song. Challenging me to open my eyes and heart to injustice. It's hard though. It's uncomfortable. I'm already a little achey, and we're only 3 plays in. I have lots more to face this semester and it is going to be a steady stream of heart-wrending.
So, I'm thankful for moments of peace. Moments when a quiet day in the hospital seems like a vacation from it all. Jake's treatment yesterday provided a day to sit in the midst of florescent lighting, beeping monitors, and IVs and eat a donut. That donut was good and sugary and left crumbs on my lap. Sugar and crumbs are such lovely, innocent things. What a relief.
PS: No V-Day post for me today. I just don't have it in me, what with human rights abuses on the brain, you know? Maybe I'll have some bragging to do about my hubby and the flowers and such tomorrow? We'll see...
I know what you mean about the hospital feeling like a relief...it sounds so strange but spending a day at the hospital sort of forces you to slow down and even (gasp!) be bored for a day. I think it's a valuable message from the universe when you realize that a day at the hospital feels like a vacation. I hope the treatment day went smoothly and that you guys had a great Valentine's Day!
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