In the Aftermath

VJ Knutsonblogging, Health, photography, poetryhaiku, healing, Health, poetry, recovery18 Comments

All the fading bits
detract – I am still alive
passion asserting.

(A quick check in. I am recovering well; still needing lots of rest. Thanks for all the good wishes. Image from my collection.)

18 thoughts on “In the Aftermath”

Susi Bocks says:

September 21, 2020 at 7:24 pm

Glad to hear it, VJ!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 21, 2020 at 9:36 pm
  
  Thanks Susi!
  
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Rupali says:

September 19, 2020 at 7:41 am

Good. Take care VJ.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 19, 2020 at 9:43 am
  
  Thanks!
  
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Liz Gauffreau says:

September 18, 2020 at 6:58 pm

Thank you for checking in, V.J. I’m glad to hear that your recovery is progressing well.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 18, 2020 at 9:38 pm
  
  Thanks Liz. Ate a full dinner tonight! Huge progress.
  
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Hammad Rais says:

September 18, 2020 at 3:46 pm

Good to hear from you and knowing that you are doing well 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 18, 2020 at 4:51 pm
  
  Thanks Hammad
  
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Heart to Heart says:

September 18, 2020 at 12:18 pm

Lovely flowers! Good to know you are doing good…🤗

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 18, 2020 at 4:49 pm
  
  Yes. Thanks
  
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Deborah says:

September 18, 2020 at 12:00 pm

Thanks for checking in, you have been in my thoughts! You are a bright light in this world and I am grateful you are still alive and on the mend! Much Love my sweet friend, Deborah ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 18, 2020 at 4:49 pm
  
  Thanks so much, Deborah. I really appreciate the warmth.
  
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  1. Deborah says:
    
    September 18, 2020 at 7:33 pm
    
    🙂 ❤ !
    
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oneletterup says:

September 18, 2020 at 11:45 am

I was wondering how you were doing. Recovering health wise and probably unpacking at the same time sounds overwhelming even under the best of circumstances. Take care!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 18, 2020 at 4:47 pm
  
  Thanks Andrea. Unpacking is on hold – not supposed to lift, pull, push, or drag for a bit.
  
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  1. oneletterup says:
    
    September 18, 2020 at 5:35 pm
    
    You’re welcome. As long as you can find the necessities…(for me, it would be the coffee pot!)…unpacking can certainly wait 🙂
    
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cloverandivy says:

September 18, 2020 at 11:26 am

Your words and picture work beautifully together.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 18, 2020 at 11:27 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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