Sunday, March 31, 2013

The Ability to Walk: never take it for granted

Shirt: Nick & Mo; Hair band and barrette: Stylize (It was a dirty hair day, so I just pulled it back.)
My local corner store is only two blocks away. After my injury, it took me well over a year to be able to walk there and back. Now, I can do it without much thought, even on a really bad day.

On this day, I went there to buy noodles so I could make a nice little soup with ginger, peas, broccoli, garlic, tofu, and a miso base. (Yes, I'm vegetarian, except for seafood. Maybe I'll write about that some day.)

The man who runs the corner store knows all about my back and asked me how I'm doing. Such neighbourly interactions cannot occur if you can't even leave your home because you're flat on your back in pain.


I saw that the blossoms were just about to burst out on the trees. The buds on the lilacs are tiny but on their way. Such wonders cannot be beheld up close if you're stuck inside, unable to walk for all the pain.

The moral of this little tale is: Never take the ability to walk for granted. Never take the little things for granted.  Remember your good fortune, in these small wonders.

qwerty

3 comments:

  1. Well said and worth remembering!

    Spashionista (Alicia)

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  2. I knew you'd get it, sistah! Thanks.

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  3. So very true! After I had surgery I was so grateful to be able to go for walks again. And I'll never forget the first time that I tried to do yoga again, a year after surgery. I couldn't (and still can't) do everything that I used to, but it was exciting anyhow.
    It's funny that you write the word "sister" the same way that I write it to my own sistah.
    Donna
    Prettysparklythings.blogspot.com

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