As the Spirit Moves Me
by Pam Burns-Clair
Rehab
October 6, 2005
I have injured something in my elbow, and find I'm having to move more carefully and more deliberately. It'll get better for a couple days and then I'll do something careless that tweaks it again. I also realize my heart has been injured by the horrors on the news. Katrina...Rita...political scandal and corruption...weighty worrisome appointments to no less than the Supreme Court...I've let my heart become too heavy, my masseuse found my shoulders unusually tight.
I need to reclaim my innocence, lightness, joy. My project is to live in slow motion. Just as I'm attempting to move cautiously and deliberately for my elbow, I intend to take on the innocent wonder of a 3 year old. How a ladybug or airplane overhead will stop them in their tracks...I am attempting to notice the fall foliage starting to turn...how the 3 year old becomes consumed at the sink with suds or has to jump in piles of leaves...I am fascinated by the reflection of the candles in the fireplace glass...by the visitation of a hummingbird...soaking up what may be the last hurrah of the roses in my yard and the warm fragrant sudsy womb of my bath. The sliver of a moon is a moon boat, the morning air smells like fall and the new brand of vanilla yogurt tastes like vanilla gelato. And have you ever tried putting snips of mint or rosemary in a bouquet of cut roses? Yum!
I am on the hunt for simple pleasures. I surrender the grownup discontent that had begun to sour me and instead fill myself with regular doses of joy and deep breaths. There is still plenty of rapture to feed on. The news will have to go on without me for the time being.
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