Fragile rider, pass on by.

Warmest day of the year so far--86 F, 30C, clear sky and a gentle breeze stirring the baby's breath and larkspur. It would all be perfect except that I've had a reoccurrence of migraine. Since the botox treatment at the end of May, I've been almost migraine-free. This has been the longest break I've had from them in forty years, and I'm grateful. So while I lay in bed today, listening to divinely comforting music, and breathing through the pain and nausea, I watched the trees outside my window dancing and thought how glad I am still to be here at all.

I had to move my car at the end of the day, so I took my camera, thinking I'd get some simple garden shot, as I've become quite addicted to Blip. I dragged my throbbing head (and the rest of me) over to the garden in the background of this shot, took some mediocre pictures of the lovely climbing roses and what-not. When I got into the car I glanced back at the light coming from the west, and a bike rider headed my way, and I was filled with tenderness for the fragile rider. I thought of a brilliant student of mine, brain-damaged after being doored by a careless driver while riding her bike on a street just like this one, and I felt what a miracle it is that anybody survives at all.

No comments from me this evening, just a quiet soft beam of gratitude.