Joy

It is not easy watching the slow decline of my leg. I was shocked to see my legs in the reflection of a store window. This is no longer something I can just feel now you can see clearly see it. I am not vain about it - but it surprised me. Like there is no denying that this is real.

And I feel hopeful. Since my accident years ago I don't find myself grounded by concrete plans. I have long since learned about the unpredictability of life and that doesn't scare me. I am working hard for my balance and little by little I am finding it.

And things are different. And nothing is set in stone. And I am scared as all shit of neurosurgery or ending up in a wheelchair but there is nothing I can do but keep on going as I have. I am strong for a handicapped girl.

And in that subtle shift that happens when your mortality is brought before you, I have found my way back to that joy I remember from the first year after my accident. That quiet awareness of the grace in the every day.

I can not tell you how content I feel watering my little garden every day. Kneeling in the grass and picking the weeds and trimming the plants with Jenckes by my side. Or the fufillment that Joe and share kayaking to the little island we found on the pond by our house. The peace that comes as we lay in the field and laugh as we watch birds overhead and make faces out of the clouds. And the enjoyment I get wondering through the library with the moms and the old people finding cookbooks and novels and looking through newspapers.

There is something special in the reminders that illness brings.

I feel fortunate to know the world in the way that I do because of the trials my health has put me through.

Last night we went for a sunset kayak ride to cool off from the heat of the day. As we pulled onto the shore of our little green island there was a rustle in the bushes and a beautiful baby deer was standing right in front of us.

There is magic in this world all around us.