I've been writing and editing and meeting with writers and neglected the blog. I apologise. I need to catch up with you all too.
I went for a walk yesterday. This would mean nothing to most of you but I'm telling you, this was a very major thing for me.
I went without George, my cane, scoped the area (it was a path around a lake - called ponds here no matter the size - I'm very fond of as it was one of Ansa's favourites) to check for resty spots and headed off. It wasn't much of a walk but boy after so very long being so very immobilized it was enormous to me. I was so happy I cried.
I had missed the cheerful greetings of strangers on little hikes, genuine good mornings and how are you doings. I had missed the winter birds bombing around, missed the myriads of dogs being walked ready to greet me. Missed the mittens and wee hat and a goodly scarf around my neck. Like a winter-walking human being.
Yesterday, in total, I had completed 2,000 steps in my day. Unimaginable even a couple of months ago while I was still, in the dark hours of the night,
sleeping napping, curled up like a pretzel in pain in my recliner for months thinking a bed would never be in my future again.
But life is strange and wonderful and full of surprises.
And I'm packing a lot of it in at the moment. I've been playing this. A favourite from the seventies and always relevant to my life for some reason.
And my Christmas cactus is right on time with her blooms with a bit of competition from the African violet.A powerful lesson in embracing just the moments. As life can change in a heartbeat.