At last I can get up the garden again! Alas it has suffered for my absence and I just can’t wait to get my hands on things. The lavender needs trimming, few weeds here and there.
The kitties are what have kept me sane through this period off enforced inactivity. They’ve been wary of the wheelchair, rightly so, and cautious of the crutches also, so we are all happy that we are getting used to being able to get about a little more easily.
Here’s Missy, Milly and Brindi, sisters three, taken just before I broke my ankle in April.
Cats are so relaxing to be around. They waste nothing. Every moment is spent consciously. So in the moment. And they show appreciation and contentment and share it with you through their purrs.
Just a week before my birthday, I broke my ankle. It was 7.30am and I was collecting up the plates from feeding the kitties, and I just slipped off the step. A tiny moment of attention three feet in front of me instead of precisely where I was.
It could have been worse. It could have been my hip or thigh. Even so it was very incapacitating, resulting in needing a wheelchair and lots of help.
So, for over three months now, I’ve been accepting all the help I can get, resting a lot, and learning to be passive rather than active. I learnt what it feels like to feel helpless, to have to wait on others, to have to keep asking. And I learnt about kindness that others show and they efforts they are prepared to give in order to help.
I’ve also got a lot of grazed knuckles as the wheelchair only just fits the doorways!
Thank goodness that the plaster came off before the weather became intolerably hot. I was already at the stage of scratching through the bandages with whatever I could find and reaching down inside the top. Most uncomfortable.
Then of course it’s handling the crutches! What ungainly things they are. Then just one crutch and finally I’m fit to learn how to walk again.
Great physiotherapist in Paphos – thank you Iacovou for all your encouragement, massage and strengthening exercises.
And thank you to everyone who was kind and thoughtful, and to my long-suffering David without whom this would have been so much more difficult.
Settling in to our new life in Cyprus, we are beginning to make connections with like-minded folk.
Two people told us of Michael’s group which meets outside Paphos on Wednesday evenings. Called Good Vibrations, it attracts people from all cultures and age groups who are interested in expanding their horizons, their consciousness, and growing in spiritual understanding. We have been going now for several weeks and I’ve just given my first talk there.
How wonderful it is to be giving talks again! I really enjoyed the sharing of ideas. This time I used a presentation to keep me on a chosen path, rather than allow too much deviation from the intent of the talk.
A friend lent us this DVD. I had no idea what it was about but found that is a story of how a young couple with a severely autistic boy make an incredible journey.
Rupert Isaacson is a keen horseman and would love his young son to ride, but has kept him away from horses out of concern for his safety. When one day he rests the little boy on the back of Betsy, both child and horse are calm and peaceful. He immediately recognises that there is some kind of link, a direct line between them, and wonders what kind of healing is available that would combine horses and healing.
The journey is to Mongolia to see the shamans.
Well worth seeing, but that’s not the end. The Isaacsons set up a foundation to bring the healing effects of horses to autism families. There are organisations in both the UK and the USA.