Returning To The Lion’s Den
The elevator doors opened on the eighth floor of the NYU Medical Center – the Labor & Delivery floor.
People were hugging. Shaking hands. Wiping away happy tears. A brand new baby was brought into this world of ours.
Like a hummingbird sucking the nectar from a flower in full bloom, I absorbed as much of this lovely snapshot as I could before the doors closed and we continued our descent to the lobby.
I breathed and smiled.
It was exactly what I needed.
A minute before, I was deep inside my reoccurring nightmare of the twelfth floor.
It’s where my dad almost died three years ago in an acute care unit (before he actually died a few months later).
My friend is recovering from surgery, quite beautifully, in the adjacent room and I trekked into the city for a visit.
I hope that perfect new baby never has to see what I saw. Or feel what I still feel.
I wish, just about more thank anything, the same for you.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may…
love and gratitude,