Not grey but pure silver

“I want to feast on life, not fear.”


Her words are silver threads that spin a tapestry of courage in the face of adversity.  She wears it like a badge of honour, shielding her from her memories.  The earthquake shook more than her nerves and wreaked havoc on more than her mind.  Still, she chooses to see white, not black.  She chooses to live, not die.  She chooses to “feast on life, not fear”.   Imagine.

Imagine if – we were to take this advice and feast on life, not fear?  How would we change?

Imagine if the news reported about life and living, not fear and dying?

Refocus.  Get up, rise up.

Innovate and believe.

Imagine if the law rewarded good, instead of punishing bad?

Imagine if a friend spoke about the light rather than the dark?

Attitude is all.

Focus on the good.

Imagine the blessings that have come from having cancer, rather than the short-comings?

Imagine seeing that which survives earthquakes, rather than what didn’t?

A shift in perspective can make a world of difference.

It may not be the path we choose, but it seems there are benefits from being on the path we are given.

Imagine the wonders of seeing old age, rather than the limitations of the body?

Imagine living life as it comes, rather than regretting what life did not bring?

Wisdom can only come with experience

Life is a gift that must not be taken for granted and time cannot be wasted

Imagine seeing chemo as what it can bring, rather than what damage it has done?

Imagine thinking dependence on others as a strength, not a weakness?

The best lessons are learned when we try and fail

As long as we persist

Imagine if in the grey, there were strands of pure silver?

Let me feast on life, not fear.

Let me feast on living, not dying.

Let me see the silver lining, not the cloud.

About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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9 Responses to Not grey but pure silver

  1. April says:

    Gallivanta is a very wise woman. The last line of your post is perfect!

  2. Gallivanta says:

    Ah, this gave me such a boost today. Hugs for your wonderful spirit.

  3. Gwen K says:

    This is beautifully written. What a great reminder to all of us. Reminds me of a little poem I learned years ago. “Keep smiling thought the skies are gray, and look upon the bright side and if no bright side you can see, then polish up the dark side.” Wish I could remember where it is from or who wrote it. Certainly has had an influence on my life though.

  4. Leah says:

    I need to read this every morning. I’m not saying I only taste the sour in a sour candy, but what a message!

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