On September 4th of this year I had a freak accident on my patio. I was enjoying a fire in our fire pit. I got up to do something, accidently stepped on a log, it rolled, I fell, and somehow one of the pieces of wood went through my leg down to the bone. Emergency room. Thirty-five stitches. Weekly visits to the wound clinic for the last seven weeks (and I'm STILL not done). No driving. I'm supposed to keep my leg elevated as much as possible. Obviously I'm not doing much these days. I'm not telling you this story to get sympathy. I simply want to "set the stage".
I come from the belief that everything happens for a reason and everything happens the way it is supposed to happen. So obviously I'm on a quest to discover the lessons I'm supposed to learn from this experience...the gifts. I know that as things unfold more will come to light, but for now I'd like to share what I've experienced so far. I've been stilled...put on hold...slowed down. Like most people I'm normally BUSY...running here and there totally oblivious to the absolute beauty that surrounds me. Now I can't run around and keep busy. I'm being forced to S-L-O-W D-O-W-N.
You know what happened? I have reconnected to this beautiful, magical, amazing world around me. On nice days I've spent hours on the patio just breathing in the fresh air. I feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. I see the last of the beautiful flowers that are gloriously sharing their beauty before winter sets in. I take time to watch the clouds passing by, changing formations as they go and I am fascinated by the wonder of it all. I enjoy watching the moon playing "hide and seek" with the trees in the evening sky. I have truly been experiencing all the "little" things in life instead of running from one thing to the other and not seeing and feeling the beauty of nature. It has been such a gift and I am SO grateful.
I share this story as a reminder to us all that it's okay to be busy living life, as long as we remember to take some time daily for ourselves to just BE.