Each morning I rise early. I prepare my cup of coffee and head outside. When I rise my body is in pain. My legs do not want to work. So I walk around our property with my cat friends skipping and rolling and rubbing my legs. We venture down the stairs. My legs protest, I forge ahead.
Today as I walked down the steep drive, after descending the stairs, I looked to the east. There in the sky the moon smiled down. The moon is almost gone for another cycle. Like a Cheshire cat that smile hung solitary in the early dawn. Brilliant white. To the south the morning star shone over the top of a redwood tree.
After opening the gate for my brother to go off to work I climbed back up the drive and up those uneven steps. I felt the burn which comes so quickly now as I am very out of shape. My arms are strong from lifting all those boxes. But these legs of mine, they are simply are wasting away. They have become skinny and jiggle when I walk.
So I walk. Exercise does not always mean a machine you work out on. It can be as simple as tiny walks. I come in and take short breaks sitting down or lying on my bed. Then I pop up as the pain returns with bells on and walk. Each time the kinks work out a little more.
The sound of doves singing, hawks crying, and the school bus coming for the children are my symphony. The coming dawn a canopy above my head radiating shades of blue ever changing as the sun comes. Stars fade. I walk down to see if the nectarines are ripe. Not yet. Perhaps another week. Next I walk up again to see if the peaches are ready. Soon. It is an unusual year with Mother Nature. How fortunate I am to have good healthy fruit growing in my yard. Greedy with anticipation, I check them every day. The thought of juice running down my chin spurs me to make that walk each morning.
From several spots on our property I see an emerald cut slice of the lake. The sun has come to it. It shines like a blue white diamond set in tree tops. Beyond it the mountains rise and the lights of the towns across the lake twinkle out.
I walk around the back of the house, up some more steps. Hear those legs sing? Has the jack rabbit been thru here today? I see no sign of his passing. I will scatter a bit of rabbit feed around the yard for him. More exercise. I have to bend over to get that rabbit food and then use my arms to cast it about.
I believe what I am trying to convey with my little story is that it all counts. Little walks, using my arms and finding a state of peace within. It all counts. It is my choice, as it is yours to find those little ways to keep as fit as we can given our health and the limitations of our bodies.
I start physical therapy today. I was supposed to start last Friday but I hit the old fibro fog wall and missed my appt. How ready my body is for one of those massages that leave me wishing I was on vacation from my body for a day or two. And yet on that third day I am so glad I had the massage as I am filled with energy instead of pain. Swim therapy starts next week. I have missed the pool. The feeling of my legs and arms working in harmony. The weightless delight of floating on my back after a good work out. And of course the absolute delight I get because in water I only weigh 15 lbs. Each joint is eased of it's burden. I feel their sighs of relief. Giggle, and they call this exercise?
Blessings to you all. May your day be filled with sights that inspire you to be more today than you were yesterday. May you all count the gifts your life is filled with. And say a prayer to whomever you pray for all our brothers and sisters in the south. Each time I watch the news I am reminded once again how very little I have to worry about.