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Post by wren on Oct 18, 2006 11:36:39 GMT -5
Thirty steps today!!!!! I see the doc tomorrow and will try to walk into his office to show off (think I'm entitled?)!
My daughter has already recruited me for her MS Walk team next May! No more sitting on the sidelines for me
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Post by Senbecc on Oct 18, 2006 11:42:56 GMT -5
Thirty steps today!!!!! I see the doc tomorrow and will try to walk into his office to show off (think I'm entitled?)! My daughter has already recruited me for her MS Walk team next May! No more sitting on the sidelines for me Amazing Wren, no dancing yet though, you'll have plenty of time for that later, and yes your certainly entitled. Your courage, strength, and wisdom are simply increadible.
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Post by wren on Oct 18, 2006 12:12:13 GMT -5
This proves the power and magic are in each of us, if we only reconnect with it.
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Post by wren on Oct 20, 2006 10:21:17 GMT -5
Well, the doctor was speechless! And, very, very pleased, to say the least. He believes wholeheartedly in all that I have done and the reasons behind it!
I have now spent more than two days completely free of the wheelchair!
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Post by wren on Oct 22, 2006 11:43:44 GMT -5
I wanted to share a portion of my journal for my online Druidry course here, because it relates to my ongoing success. The 'old man' I refer to is someone I meet in my meditations who has acted as a guide for me along the way...
October 21, 2006 – I walked into the woods today. I took me an hour to walk to the creek. Slow going but I was determined. My family joined me, all searching for fallen branches for future walking sticks I hope to finish, carve and sell. The sky was brilliant blue overhead. The woods filled with falling leaves and acorns covered the ground. I could walk with my eyes seeing the world around me, rather than focused on wheeling over roots and gullies. I could walk straight and tall, seeing myself among the tall trees and I could feel the welcome of the woods around me. The feeling of welcome and joy was palpable!
When I finally made my way down the steep incline that had been so frightening in my wheelchair, I sat on a large fallen tree by the creek. I simply enjoyed the sound of the moving water, the autumn color of the trees and my husband’s and children’s’ pleasure that I had walked to the creek. It was an overwhelming experience for me, because I knew the first time I ever saw that creek I would one day walk there on my own two feet. I was there at last and I could feel the healing power of those woods reach deep into my soul.
After resting for a time, I walked over to the pool that has come to mean so much to me. It was full to the top and I sat on a cedar tree that was bent over the water, the eroded soil within its roots making steps for me to walk on. My family left me alone for a bit and I simply took in the feeling of sitting on the tree, there in my favorite place in the woods.
Three trees lean over the pool there, making a curtain of branches and leaves at where the pool joins the creek. There is a feeling there that it is part of the woods, part of the creek, and yet not. I could so easily imagine the sacred pool with the hazel trees and the salmon of Irish lore that I could almost see the salmon just under the surface of the water. I breathed deep of the cool forest air, feeling it enter my lungs and spread throughout my body.
I was able to enjoy the cool breeze with no pain. I could smell the ‘autumn’ in the air, the decaying leaves, the damp earth and the cedar in the water. I could hear the birds singing in the trees and I watched the geese fly overhead. My old friend joined me and I felt his pleasure in my being there. I learned this week that ‘Meeha’ is "mija’, Spanish for ‘little daughter’. I could feel his pleasure in my understanding of his endearment and my accomplishment. I felt as if he had known all along that I would walk into the woods someday, that I would walk to that pool. I felt out of time and space sitting there, as if that spot is a place all its own.
As I sat with him, I remembered, when I first began to visit the woods, I was unsettled by riding in the chair rather than walking. I remembered the grief I felt that I could not ‘hill walk’ as Frank MacEowen described in his book. Today, I not only walked. I walked through the woods. I climbed my own hill today and it was a journey of the soul. The old man let me know without words I had come farther than even I knew yet. He left me then, as my family returned, with a pat on the head and a warm smile.
The walk back was difficult, as my muscles are not used to such exertion. An hour back through the woods, up the steep hill, and meandering down the path. A few rests along the way, with my son hovering over me. And, my first steps with no crutches or support of any kind. I truly didn’t want to leave. As I arrived home and drank deeply of some cold water, a butterfly floated passed me. I felt as reborn as she was…
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Post by wren on Nov 1, 2006 13:24:12 GMT -5
As of today, I am completely symptom-free!
I need only to exercise those muscles that have been long unused. I took my journey into the woods overnight last night for Samhain, all alone, and it was an experience I shall carry in my heart forever!
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Nov 9, 2006 22:21:31 GMT -5
I am so honored and proud to call you sister Wren, You inspire me.
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Post by stormcat on Nov 10, 2006 22:47:03 GMT -5
I had not read this post until now, I'm so happy for you!!! I'm extremely interested, due to my granddaughters CP. I'm going to run this by my daughter. Bright Blessings to you! >^~.~^<
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Post by wren on Nov 11, 2006 11:58:39 GMT -5
Thank you, lala and Stormie! I am off to help a friend shop for her new all-raw diet, as she too wants to give this and herbal remedies a try. Think I've found a new vocation!
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Post by stormcat on Nov 11, 2006 21:07:55 GMT -5
An old and honorable one. >^..^<
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