Boxer Emily Klinefelter who suffered a burst blood vessel in her brain during her recent bout with Christina Ruiz has been released from the hospital. The 26 year old fighter had undergone surgery to repair the damage following the February 5th fight.
Emily will continue to recuperate at home and is expected to make a full recovery. As quoted in the Daily Iowan, her mother Cynthia Parsons sent an email noting, “She is well on her way to a full recovery, and she wishes to thank everyone for the tremendous outpouring of support, care, and concern throughout this difficult situation.” Click here and here for more details.
Brooklyn Bridge at Night, 1948 Gelatin Silver, by Andreas Feininger
I managed to crawl out of bed at my usual ridiculous weekday hour in the morning today. My head is still spinning a bit from being tired and I’ve been fighting off waves of didn’t-get-enough-sleep headaches — not to complain, which I’m not, but to state that the inconveniences of those feelings are out-weighed by the suppleness my limbs feel after my third downward dog pose and all the other stretches these creaky bones held this morning.
While I may or may not get to four rounds of shadow boxing when I finish this piece, the hiss of the steam, wanderings of the kitty and the sounds of the house as it reverberates with the slow morning echoes from the street below gives me something else. A kind of serenity as I greet the day before the stresses and hustle and bustle of all the have-to’s begin to settle on it.
When one has a busy life with a tons of constituent parts that demand time, attention and thought, it’s so very nice to have the gift of a few minutes that aren’t in competition. Rather, they’re just for oneself. A little piece of the world one can own — if not quite the room Virginia Wolfe envisioned where one could state, “I am,” this place has more to do with a gift of quiet. And sure, predawn self-ministrations get “old” by Thursday morning when the accumulated hours of missed sleep are wearying, however, the idea of finding a part of the day for quiet doesn’t. I’ve been keeping to this schedule for six weeks now and have to say that occasional grumpiness aside these moments of quiet have truly given me something I didn’t expect: a place of peace that’s a little of my own.
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