Drawn by a Star

At the hospital the charming elderly surgeon , Don Jose Maria, asked me if I needed help getting onto the operating table. It's  a mark of respect to call a doctor in  Spain 'Don - whateverhisfirstname -is.  'Ha,' I said.   'No thanks, with my 2 new hips I can do this easily now.' We’d exchanged a few pleasantries before this question. 'Did you get the new hips here or in England,' he asked seriously.    ' Here,' I said.  'Aha. ' he replied.  'Well then, when Brexit happens, we might have to ask for them back.'  I’m Irish I said.   'Can I keep them?' It was so great to be in the hands of a   gentle doctor with humour. This won’t take long he reassured me.   The 6 hour wait was immediately forgotten.  The first two waiting hours were spent in the tiny hospital chapel.      It’ll be quiet there I said to my friend.   It was,  and we both did some meditation...

Hello dear  friends, Here are 4 things I'd love to share with you about my summer in Spain.  Note to self.  Keep it short Meg, and colourful.  People don't have time to read screeds, especially on phone! So... 1. Milestones in my recovery. 2. New paintings. 3. New horizons and the message we were born to share. 4. The miracle of the mad dog. Autumn whispers around the farmhuse and the star filled nights are getting longer.  In the early morning, before swimming, I love to walk  in the glistening  dew through  the orange and lemon trees to greet my  chicken family.  They're  waiting to be set free  to lay their eggs  and play in the orchard. Add caption .July and  August were all about art-making, writing, recovery from the hip operation and waiting for the next all clear from the oncologist.  Home was the ‘Blue Hideaway House, near Comares, inland from Malaga, Spain. You can't see t...

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