As my time dwindles as a professional couch surfer during these last four weeks, I think about how I've spent my time. It really is any person's dream to have no work, family member's at your hem taking care of you, a stack of books. or a recent purchase of paints and canvasses, unlimited movies on netflix, a pen and notebook to capture the madness in my head, and perhaps the best part: having no time limit for sleep. To be honest I've dabbled in some of these, all of these, and at times none of these things. I think the primary benefit is the time I got to myself, all by myself. The conversations I was able to listen to via my many personalities. I was blessed to re-discover my talent of painting, which I plan on strengthening. Witnessing the dynamics of my family as a silent bystanders, helped me realize what my role can be as a important member when I'm back on my feet. As I return to work on Monday, I realize (like everything) just as I am finding the real value and blessing in being still I have to get moving again. To be sure, I do not have to be in a space boot, to stop me from the apotheosis based on introspection. As I transition from limited mobility to swift agility I am stronger, more centered in what I must do. I have more respect with those who have a condition that confine them to a bed or a couch. I have sympathy and I want to acknowledge their experience. At times I lost faith, I felt overwhelmed by being bound to a couch, feeling useless because I could not walk. Yesterday my mother prayed for me and declared healing on my foot. Then it occurred to me, that if everyday we declare healing for our spiritual and physical ruptures, we will be better than before. Thank God for that!
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