Balancing On One Wounded Wing

My new favorite song is "Adventures in Solitude" by The New Pornographers. I feel a little bit like I'm 13 years old again as I play it over and over (like I did with the song "Amadeus" when I was in 8th grade), but I love, love, love the lyrics. It's track #14 on "The Gratitude Mix" courtesy of Kendra. It's right after another timely favorite, "Everybody Knows" by my beloved Dixie Chicks. The beginning goes like this:

Balancing on
One wounded wing
Circling the edge
Of the neverending
The best of the vanished marvels have gathered inside your door

More than begin
But less than forget
But spirits born
From the not happened yet
Gathering there
To pay off a debt brought back from the wars

We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you
Welcome back.

It would seem that there is not much happening in blog-land for me lately, but the truth is I can't post most of what I have written. Lots and lots and lots of anger mixed in with not-quite-equal amounts of sadness and a healthy dash of profanity. It seems that the result of that combination would be a bitter, angry, bitter person. But, I'm not. At times I feel bitter and angry, but I am not bitter and angry. Does that make any sense? This horrible train ride that I have been forced onto is one part of my life. Right now it is a huge part of my life. I think about it all of the time. But at the same time it is a tiny part of my life. I say tiny, because the rest of my life is so rich and full with my amazing, healthy little boy, lovely, real people, a good career,great community, the list goes on and on.
How is it possible for one person to experience such a wide range of emotions, sometimes simultaneously? Anger. Hurt. Fear. Sadness. Loneliness. Strength. Happiness. Gratitude.