the PDF of her book - National Aphasia Association
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118 Ruth Codier Resch Without Utterance:<br />
She wants to see a silver lining in my harrowing days, I think. My voice<br />
is edged, “The uglier ones appeal to me; <strong>the</strong>y are <strong>the</strong> more beautiful.” Her<br />
face tightens, as if she is shocked by what I say, but she says nothing. I feel<br />
<strong>her</strong> compassion in <strong>her</strong> desire to make a hopeful path for me, but I’m still<br />
confused how to cope with <strong>the</strong>se new impairments and can only see ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
destruction <strong>of</strong> my life. I look for <strong>the</strong> hard, dark undercurrents <strong>of</strong> truth in art.<br />
The perplexed numb face I see in my mirror is <strong>the</strong> art I can do.<br />
Beauty lives in <strong>the</strong> ugliness <strong>of</strong> my difficult reality. If I can catch something<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chaos I feel, <strong>the</strong>n I see truth in my condition. That is beauty. I can’t get<br />
to transformation yet. That isn’t <strong>the</strong> truth now. My living is harsh just now;<br />
why shouldn’t I reflect that in a passionate way? I feel defensive.<br />
My work, my life is slipping away. The simplicity I worked so hard to<br />
attain now feels crushingly complex again.<br />
Yet underneath everything, Oneness supports me, that is, to be in<br />
relationship with <strong>the</strong> vast diversity around me—not a static attainment like<br />
nirvana—and with <strong>the</strong> chaos <strong>of</strong> creation, now also in my brain. This illness<br />
is not an alien-o<strong>the</strong>r as it is in dualistic thought. This afternoon looking at<br />
<strong>the</strong> paintings with Ruth, I touch into <strong>the</strong> depths <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bitter disarray. That<br />
I succeeded in making <strong>the</strong>m is a feat, and <strong>the</strong>ir diversity begins to show<br />
me <strong>the</strong> open spaces <strong>of</strong> life in and between <strong>the</strong>m. They are <strong>the</strong> beginning <strong>of</strong><br />
organization in chaos, revealing Oneness without words. I am in relationship<br />
to all, even this.<br />
I have second thoughts about casting <strong>of</strong>f my doctor’s words as I did.<br />
“I am afraid. I live alone,” I think. “Something could happen and no one<br />
would know.” I call my daughter and <strong>her</strong> husband. “If my brains blow up<br />
altoge<strong>the</strong>r, we do need a plan in place. It is not too soon to think about this.<br />
So let’s talk.”<br />
They agree. “We’ll think about it, and get back to you.”<br />
I c<strong>her</strong>ish my independence. The quiet <strong>of</strong> my little carpenter’s cottage,<br />
<strong>the</strong> good pleasures <strong>of</strong> close friends, seeing patients, and my art are <strong>the</strong> deep<br />
comforts in my life. I have <strong>the</strong> variety, play, and pleasure in <strong>the</strong> balanced