Today I watched the sky change colors from the Labor and Delivery Room of the hospital where I work. The sky was so beautiful I was so tempted to run for my digital camera and take photos outside but it seemed inappropriate. My white coat, covered with another white gown, my stethoscope and the nurses around not to mention the newborn in front of me with its weak cry all reminded me I was not at the moment Kulasa the happy go lucky side of me but was me, Zen the healer...I did not however stop myself from staring up and out of the high window marvelling at heaven's face ornamented by fluffy white clouds scattered like cotton candy; the trees' leaves and branches swaying with the wind forming silhouettes of what appeared like men holding one another's arms in prayer. I perceived wings...there were birds dancing against the carroty atmosphere...and in my heart I sang "thank you Lord, thank you for the gift of life" to what tune...that i do not know, there are no tones composed by human beings that I think could give justice to the gratefulness I felt in my soul...for while I am at work, everything is "life-threatening" yet the Lord I know has always been my guide...and I draw strength from Him through His wonderful creation whenever I have the time...to play...
because...as has been often said...Life is worth celebrating especially so when one is always close to watching people dying...
