How do you spell “luxury”? Some people spell it C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C. Others spell it Caribbean-Cruise. I spell it H-O-M-E.
Last night I came home from the hospital after an intense battle with pneumonia. I slept in my own bed on sheets dried in the sunshine, wore my own nightgown, and was purred to sleep by my kitties. I had no IV lines or oxygen tubes. This morning I fixed my own breakfast and sat at my own table and read the morning paper. I opened birthday cards and scrolled through the birthday wishes on my phone. Blackjack jumped on my lap and shed all over me. Luxury.
I sat outside on the patio and breathed fresh air. And look at that — in less than a week the leaves on the pomegranate are turning gold and the slightest breeze starts them fluttering like fairy wings. The fig leaves don’t do that — they just turn brown and drop. Those rose bushes I bought awhile back need to be planted — I didn’t have the energy for that but perhaps later this week I will.
The patio table once again is covered with grime. I guess grime will win in the end — why fight it? Oh, and look — the narcissus are blooming. Sometimes they’re called paper whites or china lilies. Grandmother called them china lilies. Yes, the china lilies are blooming in my own little Eden. Luxury.
All this week friends have texted and left messages of encouragement. Bible passages to bring comfort, assurance and remind me of Who is in charge. Isaiah 40:31: “Those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength; they will mount up with wings as eagles; they will run and not be weary; they will walk and not faint.”
Today friends drop by with food. The Thanksgiving dinner I didn’t get to share with them. Home cooked food. Delicious.
Again last night I woke up at two in the morning, but not because there was a nurse to change my IV or take my vitals, but just because. I listened to the quiet of my little neighborhood. I was hoping for a mockingbird, but they come in the spring, not the fall. Still, when I woke in the dead of night, it was to familiarity and warmth. Luxury.
Finally, sleep started to drift back. I turned on my side and Smokey snugged herself into the crook of my arm, gave a little cat sigh and commenced to purr. Blackjack curled himself up by my feet and settled down. Incredible peace and comfort washed over me. A sense of well-being. Home. And I did something I haven’t done in a long time. I cried.