Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly…
On a Monday, not long ago, I posted about an amazing woman. Each Monday since then I have had that post on my mind.
It is Monday again. I couldn’t resist.
So here is another amazing woman, Frida Kahlo.
Her quote is quite personal.
My feet have always felt heavy. It has always been work to lift and move them forward. With my motorized wheelchair, I can get to so many places, and yet the world is still so inaccessible.
As a child, I flew in most of my dreams. I could look down and see everything I wanted to see. I could move in and out of every place I wanted to touch. They were wings of a dream but through those dreams, I gained confidence and creativity.
So much has been possible because of those wings.
Quote: Frida Kahlo
Art: Sophie Wilkins
FB- Chico Women’s Club
In less than three hours the calendar will turn from the last day of October to the first day of November. As the second moon of the month stands high in the sky, I say goodbye to 62 and welcome my new year. 63!
Who can describe what that feels like? How can you ever know where you will be living or what you will be living through from one birthday to the next?
Ask anyone and they will tell you – I love birthdays! There are many I can list as my favorites, but the ones that stand out the most are the birthdays filled with friends and family. The birthdays where people gather to celebrate with me – celebrate the gift of each year and the grace to live that year to its fullest.
We live in a time when the pressure to conform is pushing hard against us. By the fact that I was born with a disability, I have spent a good part of my life becoming fully me… a person who cannot conform.
Wheelchairs have been designed to raise high, allowing me to sit next to a hospital bed and be seen, as I pray with a patient. In churches, altars have been crafted so I could sit and lead worship services.
I have skied, I have danced, I have snorkeled in the Caribbean and rode on horseback – different than the norm and maybe not always perfectly but my way. My way with an added dose of confidence that only comes through grace.
Doyle’s quote reminds me I am not alone… it is not about being good enough but being willing to try.
Tomorrow I celebrate my 63rd birthday. I will continue on life’s journey – open to new opportunities and remembering that my way is more than enough.
Quote: Glennon Doyle
Attending to life is an act of love.
Quote: Katie Rubinstein
Photo: Journey Yang
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
Quote: Annie Dillard
Know then that the body
is merely a garment.
Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.
I put on a shirt this morning. One pleated in the back to comfortably fit my narrow shoulders. Shoulders that are narrow because I do not sit up straight. My back has been curved for most of my life. This is just fact – something I have adapted to along the way.
I have spent a lot of my life adapting – adjusting over the years to changes as my joints and muscles have tightened. It is part of living with a disability. Every day I have a choice – to wake up with a sense of ownership or frustration as I prep for my day. For almost 60 years I have been able to balance ownership and frustration. No reason to fight it – and certainly no interest in feeling sorry for myself.
Then there are the times when a sense of loss washes over like a wave. I met that wave this morning, grieving my unexpected losses.
It was as I put on a shirt. One that used to fit comfortably. In a second I felt a longing for my body of the past. Clearly our bodies change over time. Aging has it’s on way of sculpting and re-sculpting. Yet when these changes include two mastectomies it requires a certain type of adjusting – a more practiced way of ownership. This ownership takes courage – a lot of courage. There is work in facing a truth each day. A truth reminding me that part of my body has drastically changed. Sometimes it takes more work than others but each time a decision is made to take a step forward and forge ahead.
I have always looked at my future through the eyes of possibility. Seldom have I faced an obstacle that did not have an alternate path. This is the way I have lived and live today. Each morning I know at my core that the mirror before me reflects a whole person. Physically altered by surgeries and age but whole.
So I try to be gentle with myself when I meet the sunrise with the feeling of sadness and loss. Life is not a race to avoid oneself and there are moments when it is important to pause.
This body, my garment, has needed patching. The words from Rumi instruct from without and within. As the ‘wearer‘ I am grateful to understand the difference between being a whole body and being a whole person.
Gratitude that can often change the course of a day.
Quote and photo from Rumi Facebook page