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March 26, 2004 ~ Regaining My Wings
Friday.
a robin, taking in the afternoon sun
This week, I reflected on what a blessing it is to be capable of normal movement. Or even painless movement at all, for that matter.
I was out of commission for much of this week, due to a pulled muscle in my back (don't know what I did to pull it, but boy did I pull it well!). First day and night were pretty rough, but much chamomile tea, lavender oil, rest, Aleve, and some herbal deep tissue healing salve (Arnica, etc.) later, and I'm feeling much better. Healed much, much faster this time, from last time I pulled one. I don't know if that's because I'm just in better shape, or because the herbal remedies (which I didn't use last time) worked wonders.
Despite my condition, I couldn't stay away from the woods. I walked. Very slowly. I was continually frustrated that I couldn't squat, crouch, and lay in the mud for the great pictures I saw. Had to make do with standing. (Morgan, no doubt, was amazed at the cleanliness of my clothing this week).
I remember a conversation that I had with a friend of mine a few weeks back. We were watching birds fly, and I said, "Just imagine that. Flying. How must that feel?"
"Probably not particularly special, to them," she said with a skeptical smile. "Flying is to them as walking is to us. You don't go around thinking, Wow! I'm walking! This is amazing!"
"Hey! Walking is amazing! I am frequently amazed by the places I can get to on my own two feet."
She rolled her eyes and laughed. I was serious, though.
And this bird is ever more amazed after this little reminder of what it's like to be incapable of flight. Soaring again, I'm astounded by the miracle of day to day living.
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