All Will Be Well

All shall be well
and all shall be well
and all manner of things
shall be well
Julian of Norwich

All Will Be Well

I’m not sure where my head was
when I bought the books,
recipes to die for, illustrated,
when even a spoon can argue
its way out of grip.

I think there was a quiver of loss,
last-ditch attempt to hold on,
ache of desire and grief for what was;
sore fingers grappling rock
before the fall.

But wanting leads us down a path
of sufferance,Ā  starves the spirit,
sucks it dry.
Time to let go, embrace a
new normal, accept what is,
here in the moment;
an exposition, prelude to the next phase,
knowing that

wind will still blow secrets to the birds,
sun tease with games of hide and seek.
Rain will still fall soft on arid soil
or pelt like Tungsten darts,
and night stay true to promise of the day,
dewy grass to loosen rooted fears,
new breath,
a hint of trust.

46 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Pete Armetta
    Sep 16, 2012 @ 12:23:17

    Beautiful. Love the tone, very comforting and wise.


  2. Ina
    Sep 16, 2012 @ 12:36:19

    Hi Christine,
    I don’t know all the words here, (Tungsten darts…) but I love the calmness of this poem, and the acceptance in what will be different in future.
    Maybe someone else can do the cooking, and make the recipes šŸ™‚
    Stay who you are, all will be well.
    Big {{{{ acceptance hug }}}} and love xx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Sep 16, 2012 @ 12:52:02

      Thank you Ina.

      Tungsten is a type of metal from which darts can be made.

      If I find a recipe which is very simple and doesn’t require peeling, chopping, hand
      stirring/mixing, then I can just about manage, but they are few and far between and usually boring too. I really miss experimenting and making different interesting things.

      But thank you for saying “stay who you are” because I sometimes forget that despite the negative stuff that is happening I am still me šŸ™‚

      Love and (((BIG HUGS)))



  3. Harry
    Sep 16, 2012 @ 13:10:27

    What i get out of it is that you can cook and now you want to, but have to suffer for it ?


    • journeyintopoetry
      Sep 16, 2012 @ 13:58:56

      Thanks Harry

      The suffering isn’t so much in the fact tat I can no longer simply cook (although that is there of course) but more the suffering I cause myself by constantly desiring to hold onto the “old” life. Accepting the new and letting go of what I can no longer do, which includes many things, gives me a sense of peace. It’s not about giving up but accepting my limits and a new way of life, which, although very, very different from before, can still be good, but just in a different way.

      Hope that explains it a little.

      šŸ™‚ x


      • Harry
        Sep 16, 2012 @ 19:26:53

        My sister-in-law was a great cook and had to stop all cooking and give up work, it took her years to get used to it.

  4. Bodhirose
    Sep 16, 2012 @ 16:52:48

    Beautiful, Christine…there’s a strong spirit in this…one of hope and acceptance in spite of the challenges…good for you!


  5. Harry Nicholson
    Sep 16, 2012 @ 17:12:58

    ‘or pelt like Tungsten darts’.
    Now that is a superb line – well done.


  6. belfastdavid
    Sep 16, 2012 @ 17:33:16

    I love the phrase “Embrace a new normal”

    Sums up exactly where I am at the moment

    You take good care of yourself

    Love you



  7. dfb
    Sep 16, 2012 @ 18:06:23

    This is beautiful and meaningful. And Julian of Norwich, I have read her works and enjoyed them.


  8. hollyannegetspoetic
    Sep 16, 2012 @ 18:13:56

    Always niggles me that particular phrase “to die for” – what does it even mean? You use it so cleverly here Christine.


    • journeyintopoetry
      Sep 17, 2012 @ 10:48:52

      Thanks Holly! It’s interesting that you brought up the question of this
      phrase. It’s one I have never used verbally and probably won’t. But it somehow simply fell into the poem from somewhere. I think it’s possibly its connotation with food; that I think is where I have always heard it. And it seemed to fit with where I am in grieving for what has “died”.

      I did a little surface googling and it seems a dissertation could be written on the question of its origin, reaching from it being an Americanism from the early 20th century to the suggestion in one of James Bish’s short stories that “to die” is a euphamism for orgasm!!! I could go on… but won’t!! šŸ™‚



  9. Caddo Veil
    Sep 16, 2012 @ 18:18:46

    Christine, this is WOW-Wonderful–truly beautiful from the heart, and it blessed me so. God bless your day, abundantly–love, Caddo


  10. samatwitch
    Sep 16, 2012 @ 19:02:19

    That is a beautiful poem, Christine. I’m sorry that you are not able to cook the way you want to any more. One of my greatest joys is making food for other people, whether dinner parties, my Christmas Open House or as gifts. Because of my back problems, this is sometimes a little more difficult and I’ve had to adjust what I do, how and how often. I also have slight arthritis in my left thumb/first finger area and that also causes adjustments. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t do any of that any more. You are gracious in your acceptance.

    Perhaps when your new granddaughter is a few years older, you can share those books and recipes with her and she can be your hands and arms.


    • journeyintopoetry
      Sep 17, 2012 @ 10:57:00

      Thank you very much Samatwitch!

      My acceptance wavers I have to say but I am getting there slowly šŸ™‚

      And I have two lovely daughters who help me enormously with making food for me etc. but it’s just having been the food provider and server for so many years it doesn’t fit comfortably having to have it done for me or being helped to do it. And the spontaneity has gone –
      I can no longer just decide to make something and do it.

      So my “new normal” must be e4mbraced and some days I can do it, others, well…
      Christine x


  11. leamuse
    Sep 17, 2012 @ 12:18:57

    I am all to familiar with the “sore fingers grappling rock before the fall.” Letting go is one of the hardest things we will ever have to do.
    Please know this is not to minimise all you are going through. xx


  12. Fergiemoto
    Sep 18, 2012 @ 19:31:02

    Beautifully written, Christine. I can relate to “acceptance” and the changes we need to make in our lives. I’ve had a few “new normals” and I’m sure there will be more.


  13. bardessdmdenton
    Sep 19, 2012 @ 17:21:41

    Let me start by repeating a stanza that speaks volumes and is exquisitely written:
    ‘I think there was a quiver of loss,
    last-ditch attempt to hold on,
    ache of desire and grief for what was;
    sore fingers grappling rock
    before the fall’.

    How we find ourselves being pulled back, even when it is uncomfortable, physically and/emotionally, and how this poem speaks from the almost naive forgetfulness of the spirit that the body can turn into struggle.

    And of course you so beautifully write of ‘wanting’ creating lack … the last stanza singing of the joys in life that remain, even new ones that appear, just when it seems so much is lost.

    Very poignant, Christine, and I would like to reblog if I have your permission to.

    Diane XO


    • journeyintopoetry
      Sep 20, 2012 @ 09:28:33


      This is such a moving comment and I thank you for it sincerely.

      I feel extremely humbled that you wish to reblog this and I would be absolutely delighted for you to do so. I haven’t had this done before and I honestly feel truly touched by it, thank you.

      Lots of love

      Christine xx


  14. Diane M Denton
    Sep 20, 2012 @ 17:07:38

    Wonderful! I am going to reblog it shortly. Your post has a important ‘meaning’ beyond your individual struggle with MS (as does all your poetry), and I am happy to pass it on. Diane XO


  15. bardessdmdenton
    Sep 20, 2012 @ 17:26:12

    Reblogged this on bardessdmdenton – prose, poetry and painting and commented:
    This excellent poem by Christine at was born out of her personal experience but has a message of acceptance and hope (especially in terms of creating abundance instead of lack). Through everyday endeavors, and with remarkable honesty, Christine lyrically processes her struggles and experiences towards a profound and wise conclusion that many others can relate to and be inspired by. Certainly, she is a constant inspiration to me.


  16. Jane Thorne
    Sep 20, 2012 @ 18:07:08

    Chris, your candid and loving nature inspires us all. You embrace the new you each passing day with hope and trust, and you are loved for this spirit you have. Much love and hugs my friend xxx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Sep 23, 2012 @ 10:26:43

      Thank you Jane for your heartfelt comment.

      The good days are many and I can always tell when I am having one as I get the urge
      to buy a teapot!! lol šŸ™‚

      Lots of love and hugs xx


  17. Shirley Alexander
    Sep 20, 2012 @ 23:50:59


    I might not always comment, but I do always come to read. This poem, in all its understated turmoil and the weight of acceptance it conveys, is (in my humble opinion) the best poem of yours I have ever read. This poem shows me you are a strong and determined woman who has learned how to make the best of any situation you encounter.
    I have always believed the best poetry is written from pain and yearning, because those are the emotions which cause us to reach deeper inside ourselves.
    You should consider putting some of your better work into a book. I would certainly be happy to have one, and I am sure your family, especially your new granddaughter, would treasure it beyond measure.
    Cooking is one of my true pleasures too. A well-prepared dish is a creation of love. But, so is the example of a life lived well and enjoyed to the fullest possible, regardless of what surprises occur. That recipe is the best one you have created.

    With a great amount of respect and wishing you many blessings,


    • journeyintopoetry
      Sep 23, 2012 @ 10:32:59

      Thank you for visiting Shirley and for this comment.

      It pleases me that you were able to draw some meaning from the poem.

      When I began my journey of recovery from alcoholism I needed to delve deep inside
      myself. Now I am faced with chronic illness I find I have gone deeper, much, much
      deeper. I find myself visiting a new place and when I am able to stay a while the view is beautiful and I feel a sense of calm and deep peace.

      There is a project already underway re a small collection of poems šŸ™‚

      Wishing you much peace

      Christine x


  18. Francina
    Sep 21, 2012 @ 10:04:17

    wow, Christine. Beautiful, touching , bittersweet and poignant but also such a inspiring poem. Acceptance , one of the most difficult task we have to tackle when there.
    Lots of love from across the creek! Francina xoxo
    and I will re-blog this gem too.


  19. Francina
    Sep 21, 2012 @ 10:13:31

    Reblogged this on Seasons Poetry and commented:
    An excellent and inspiring poem about acceptance written by Christine at Christine is a most wonderful and brave woman, who is a inspiration for us all.
    Ciao, Francina


  20. Nicolle
    Sep 21, 2012 @ 12:37:58

    Hi Christine!

    This poem is so beautiful. It touches my heart and is very inspiring. Accepting a “new” normal is a continuous process, isn’t it? Just when we think we’ve got it down something else comes up that shows us–maybe not quite yet–LOL

    Thank you,



    • journeyintopoetry
      Sep 23, 2012 @ 10:40:53


      thank you for your lovely comment.

      And what you say is so true! Just when we think we have arrived in a space where
      everything seems settled then…wham šŸ™‚

      Keep fighting and smiling! šŸ™‚


      Christine x


  21. Wendell A. Brown
    Sep 21, 2012 @ 19:28:48

    Christine such inspiring words…”all is well”. Like a magic elixer, your word tantalize then soothes the spirit within. It is always a very good day to read your poems and your heart’s messages. Blessings to you, also_LOL


  22. Laurel's Reflections
    Sep 22, 2012 @ 21:35:41

    You are such a beautiful soul, struggling with such an impossible demon – and your poetry is as inspirational as ever. *hugs*


  23. Betty Hayes Albright
    Oct 13, 2012 @ 19:52:24

    Christine, your poetry just gets better and better!!!!! This is so powerful, not to mention well-crafted. You make the reader FEEL. I feel a great deal of empathy for you. Sending MORE hugs!


    • journeyintopoetry
      Oct 14, 2012 @ 13:56:51

      Betty, thank you so much for this wonderful comment. It;s so encouraging for me.

      And thank you, too, for the empathy; that also means a lot to me šŸ™‚

      I hope you are feeling somewhat better; it’s good to see you back šŸ™‚

      Much love and HUGS

      Christine xx


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