Hey guys...since so many of you have been asking about my husband Dave, I thought I would let him tell you himself. When he taught yoga at BL, he would often set the theme of the class by writing a poem. So here you go...a poem from Dave...
How Small Can it Be?
What is small and what is large?
A mouse or an elephant, who’s in charge?
Or comparing a company that’s spending millions,
That’s dwarfed by a country spending trillions.
This is the case with half of my thumb,
Taken by a table saw; it hurt more than some.
When it happened the anger rose up through my being,
Looking down at my hand, not believing what I’m seeing.
It was a cut I had made on this table saw,
Five hundred times, or more, in all.
A simple loss of focus occurred,
Not fully present at that moment, I’ve heard.
Even for something as small as this fellow,
The Kubler-Ross stages of grief can follow.
Denial, anger....even later depression,
Still working on acceptance, is my confession.
But then, after all, I was very lucky,
The left hand suffered, the right more tricky.
I believe in the end I will be able to do,
Many more important things than tying a shoe.
When I get past my little world and look around
I see suffering much greater & more profound.
Folks have lost kidneys or hearing or eyesight,
Or worse, losing a spouse or a child, alright?
So today I will work at counting my blessings,
No longer thinking about something I’m missing.
For I am the luckiest guy around,
With gratitude for all of the blessings I’ve found!
