Zephyrstorm
May 10th, 2006, 12:59 PM
Em Hotep Bast-Mut her Amun her Hethert!
You know as well as I that these past few months have been difficult for me. So much so that sitting here and writing you this pray leaves me feeling like there's too much that needs said, and no clear place to begin.
So I think I shall start with gratitude. I am grateful for all you have given me; my husband, my furry companions, my strength to survive it all, and my hope that the future will always give a new opportunity.
But I am filled with fear and sorrow these days. I fear for my mother, though less so now that my sister is with her. I fear for my sister's health; may You watch over hear. I fear for my husband's schoolwork; may You and His own Gods (though he may not know their Names) guide him.
And I fear for myself. I fear that this pressure upon my ear shall never fade. I fear that it will get worse, and will strip me of my hearing. Even now, it rings with pressure and a tone that does not exist. Last night for a moment I though I would not be able to sleep. I fear seeing the specialist, and I fear what he will say.
I fear that I will be trapped here, in this town by my ear, for fear of damaging my eardrum.
Please watch over me, give me strength and guide me to my best self that I might overcome this obstacle.
Thank You.
Your daughter, Bastmutneheti.
You know as well as I that these past few months have been difficult for me. So much so that sitting here and writing you this pray leaves me feeling like there's too much that needs said, and no clear place to begin.
So I think I shall start with gratitude. I am grateful for all you have given me; my husband, my furry companions, my strength to survive it all, and my hope that the future will always give a new opportunity.
But I am filled with fear and sorrow these days. I fear for my mother, though less so now that my sister is with her. I fear for my sister's health; may You watch over hear. I fear for my husband's schoolwork; may You and His own Gods (though he may not know their Names) guide him.
And I fear for myself. I fear that this pressure upon my ear shall never fade. I fear that it will get worse, and will strip me of my hearing. Even now, it rings with pressure and a tone that does not exist. Last night for a moment I though I would not be able to sleep. I fear seeing the specialist, and I fear what he will say.
I fear that I will be trapped here, in this town by my ear, for fear of damaging my eardrum.
Please watch over me, give me strength and guide me to my best self that I might overcome this obstacle.
Thank You.
Your daughter, Bastmutneheti.