About a year ago, someone asked me a silly "if" question: "Would you rather have your hands or your feet, if you had to choose between the two?" I thought honestly about this, and decided that as much as i love drawing, writing, and playing guitar, I would definitely choose my feet because I could not live without dancing, or walking, or hiking (of course I want both). So funny, because the Universe decided to teach me that I
can in fact live without those activites. And that is what slowly happened. As time went on, my heel got worse and worse, putting me in crutches and then into a walking boot, limiting my every activity. My whole life changed. I no longer could sustain working at the preschool, since I could not be on my feet all day, running around, carrying little kids. And my plan for the peace corps was quickly put on hold- leaving in March obviously couldn't happen.
So because of this injury, I have had many, many hours to just sit around in these cold, snowy winter months. And i made the most of it...my days consisting of deep Thought, meditation and prayer, yoga, playing guitar, writing songs, writing thoughts, painting, cooking ... finding ways to still live True to myself and my calling, cultivating the self.
And here I am now, EIGHT months since i have had a competant right foot. It is still ridiculously painful, but definitely improving. I am trying to not lose hope in my body. I am finally walking again, little by little.
What I am learning from all of this:
- I am not my body
- I needed to Slow Down
- music, in a whole new way
- I am not defined by what I do
- I am a strong, very strong woman
- I cannot wait TO DANCE!!!
