After a ten-month hiatus, my fingers have found the keyboard again, and ideas flow.
“What happened?” You may ask.
I love people. I love writing. Life doesn’t always follow our plans (especially if we are indecisive).
In late November, my right foot slipped off a stair and I fell awkwardly, completely breaking my left femur. I was fortunate (or blessed) to fall when my husband was home to call 911. The paramedics arrived quickly, hustling the leg into traction and me into the ambulance. I discovered that I quite enjoy laughing gas, and the paramedics were consistently kind and attentive.
After surgery, 7 units of blood, and a metal rod from knee to hip through the centre of the bone, I was moved to a rehabilitation facility, where I learned to handle daily self-care, manage the wheelchair, and eventually walk with a walker.
Everything had come to a full stop. I didn’t tell many people where I was, nor did I write. My friends and family were delightfully supportive, more so than I could have imagined.
I turned within, examining my life, recognizing that the full stop and recovery was as much spiritual as physical. The lesson was blatant. I had been indecisive in business direction, and wanted to use my gifts more fully. Suddenly the decision was made for me.
I met some wise older people in rehab, mostly women, and discovered within me a deep respect for age and for calm knowing. Many lessons came to me in that time. I shall write about them going forward.
Now that I am fully mobile, you can follow Grandmother Spirit emerging from this cocoon.
Grandmother Spirit. Truth + Love. That’s all that matters. We must go deeper within ourselves to find the beauty and wisdom that is our gift.
Remember you are blessed, no matter what life tosses you.