I love the story of Easter.
Suffer. Die. Get another go.
It is the metaphor of the time which interests me.
Recently, I attended an art exhibition of a dear friend who also deals with MS.
She is the epitome of beauty in every way; her art, surely..though her paintings are not pretty or lite.
More the complex richness of humanity built into unapologetic strokes of paint.
The stress of the opening went straight to her legs. As I arrived in the parking lot I saw my friend clutching the arm of her beloved partner as they walked ever so slowly and with the greatest of dignity
Into the well attended event.
I found an out-of-the-way spot to unload my wheelchair and put on my own courage and dignity as I found an accessible route into the crowd.
There she was just inside the entrance.. seated, greeting a friend, their foreheads leaning in to touch one another, eyes soft and closed.
This particular moment was plump with tears just barely held back from the stress of what it took for my friend to pull it together and show up,
Appreciation in the witnessing of the gorgeousness of the two women in communion
And the gears turning of us, her compatriots wanting to support her in any way we could.
It was her devoted partner who suggested she sit on my lap and we would enter the throng of gallery-attendees powered by my chair.
The two of us followed him as he parted the sea of people before us ensuring safe passage.
During our journey I whispered in her ear: “We will never have an uninteresting life.”
And there you have it… my Easter..
Suffer. Die a little (to who you were).. Have another go at it…