Ann Keiffer

Seeing More

I live with Celiac Disease. It can lay me
out for gut-twisting, dizzy-spinning,
cryin’-tired, bone-aching, sick-like-dying,
insomniac nights and days if I consume
even the smallest particle of gluten. I am
vigilant, but gluten is ubiquitous and
sometimes sneaks in, assaulting my
digestive tract, wreaking pain and
autoimmune chaos. This is Day 3–or is it
5 or 15?—of my most recent bout. There is
nothing I can do but hug a heating pad,
ease the burn of hunger with a little bit
of something bland, stay by the bathroom,
sleep when I can. And wait. This morning,
after rice breakfast, I went to my bed to
nest, moaning a little, bemoaning my lot.
In mid-writhe I was suddenly distracted
by the view out my window. My whole
being followed my eyes out into that
voluptuous vista of mountains, sky, trees,
grass, clouds, colors and light. I thought,
I’m never in my bed at this time in the
morning. I never see what I’m seeing now.
I had to laugh, sighing back into the
pillows, shaking my head. Thank you,
gluten affliction, for giving me this
moment of happiness, feeling blessed.

Ann Keiffer
October, 2016

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About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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