Bryan may not be my blood line nephew, but in his case that doesn't matter.
He's one of my favorite nephews and seeing him last weekend at our community's Relay For Life event impressed me that regardless of what comes and goes in life, people are most important. It's important to walk an abandoned high school track with Bryan, to share hugs, hopes, dreams, frustrations, and our combined creativity together.
Last weekend found us both wondering about the arrival of the Muse. Creativity and passion, where for art thou? What are we not seeing or sensing?
Seeing Bryan made me realize just how close the Muse was; it tapped me on the shoulder and said he had arrived in the person of Bryan. Go forth, writer, fire up Windows XP and speak.
Isn't that just like life, we wonder where the best is and find it standing next to you?
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Recuperating - Later
No one has any idea how good it feels to be able to function again after a nasty fall (see my earlier blog). Walking, moving, functioning. . .if the process of injury is sometimes mysterious, the ongoing process of healing is truly unimaginable.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Recuperating
I guess it's a good idea for me to remember that I am no longer a teenager, or for that matter, a very young man. I am middle-aged Baby Boomer who on Memorial Day took boomed about 15 feet down a slope on a hiking trail. That was three weeks ago. Today, I am feeling better, although I have some distance to go before I can really say I'm back to whateve my old self was.
Falling down in the presence of others is an unintentional act of humility. It teaches you lessons you'd likely not learn otherwise.
First, you're reminded that anything can happen at any time, at any place, and it doesn't matter who you're around. If you fall and rip the seat out of your pants, it's another likely that whoever's around can go tell whoever might be listening that someone took a tumble, ripped the seat of their pants wide open and wonder of wonders, was wearing sky blue underwear. This is not a good first impression and explanations are unnecessary and pointless. It's just going to make matters that much worse. For the record, I was not wearing sky blue underwear.
Second, you're going to find that one minute you can be in the best of health and strength, the next, you're being helped along the path by a strong shoulder. I had to do the dependency bit and didn't really like it. I like my independence and hate to have to rely on someone to do stuff that I should be able to do, like walk, for instance. Spontaneous things happen, but I'd rather not enjoy this kind of suddenness.
Third, it's a control issue. When you're nursing yourself back to health, it takes time - sometimes, more than less. That's not the way we like it, and I'm no exception. If someone is going to be in the driver's seat, I want it to be me. Healing involves out of conrol issues.
Fourth, it's a reminder that life happens. It happens at work, at home, and on hiking paths.
That having been said, it's just good to feel good again - I've walked the local bike path and streets here in town for about five miles over the last two or three days. I know that joints and egos are mending, one day at a time. Rather than continue here, I think I'll head outside where there's sun, fresh air, and a beautiful summer day on tap.
Want to go hiking?
Falling down in the presence of others is an unintentional act of humility. It teaches you lessons you'd likely not learn otherwise.
First, you're reminded that anything can happen at any time, at any place, and it doesn't matter who you're around. If you fall and rip the seat out of your pants, it's another likely that whoever's around can go tell whoever might be listening that someone took a tumble, ripped the seat of their pants wide open and wonder of wonders, was wearing sky blue underwear. This is not a good first impression and explanations are unnecessary and pointless. It's just going to make matters that much worse. For the record, I was not wearing sky blue underwear.
Second, you're going to find that one minute you can be in the best of health and strength, the next, you're being helped along the path by a strong shoulder. I had to do the dependency bit and didn't really like it. I like my independence and hate to have to rely on someone to do stuff that I should be able to do, like walk, for instance. Spontaneous things happen, but I'd rather not enjoy this kind of suddenness.
Third, it's a control issue. When you're nursing yourself back to health, it takes time - sometimes, more than less. That's not the way we like it, and I'm no exception. If someone is going to be in the driver's seat, I want it to be me. Healing involves out of conrol issues.
Fourth, it's a reminder that life happens. It happens at work, at home, and on hiking paths.
That having been said, it's just good to feel good again - I've walked the local bike path and streets here in town for about five miles over the last two or three days. I know that joints and egos are mending, one day at a time. Rather than continue here, I think I'll head outside where there's sun, fresh air, and a beautiful summer day on tap.
Want to go hiking?
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