Path Of Jubilation...
It was a year-and-a-half ago I was broken,
Wounded bird unable to fly,
Passing the seasons in injury's chains,
Wondering what the sight of recovery would mean.
The Tinker Man fixed me with bolts and braces,
As if I were a thing of tin and oil,
Yet it worked in its fashion,
In its sweet time.
I wondered then if I would walk again,
Then I wondered if I would dance,
Would I ever know the grace of the Katas,
Let alone run forward in life?
I walked and walked and walked,
Doing everything the healers bade me,
Bent and pulled and pushed,
Eventually gently danced - muted with caution.
Today the Tinker Man declared me free,
To kick and jump and run,
Race to the Moon if I dare it,
Stand in for Bruce Lee if I feel silly.
Kato I'm not,
But I'll be back in class soon,
And I'll keep walking,
Even run a little.
I am healed, and I feel fine.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)
Back story:
Many of you know I suffered a severely broken ankle in February of 2009. It was put back together surgically, the bolts and braces are still in it. I slowly went through healing, physical therapy, walked further and further a little at a time. I even got to dancing again a little. Still, there's always a little twinge now and then, a slight reminder that it happened. I've used care and caution and stayed out of karate, never ran one single stride since, not jumped an inch. I went to the surgeon's office yesterday afternoon to see if they were going to have to take the hardware out. The surgeon was amazed at how well I've healed, and the strength and flexibility I've gotten back. I'm within a degree or two of my original range of motion in two directions, and the other two directions are as good as before the fall. Not only did he tell me that I don't have to get any hardware removed, but I'm fully cleared for any physical activity I wish to pursue within normal human limits. I plan on being back in karate by January at the latest, and to try running a bit very soon. Needless to say, this is a huge relief, and I celebrate it.
Dan
Poetry, ponderings, ideas, fantasy stories, spirituality and life philosophy, and ecclectic interests of a dyed-in-the-wool Aquarian mind.
Saturday, October 02, 2010
Shadow Throne...
Shadow Throne... **Awarded**
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Tags [Edit]: None Shadow Throne... I sit in the silence of the Spruce cathedral, Hearing and seeing, Patches of sunlight drift down through the canopy above, A needle carpet at my feet, This place where time is shattered, And I search the quiet for the scent of soul, Something missing in that other world outside. Every rustle and every breeze carries a scent, Sweet pollen or musty old leaves, Seasons turn me back to the beginning of time, Leaving me to think that only this stone is real, This hard thing that bears my weight in a place of surreal beauty, Where my feet rest and my heart dances. AquarianM Awarded by Rick 10/01/2010 By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 10/01/2010 Photo in the Spruce grove, Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL 09/28/2010. Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to all the universe. Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls. Loving words can work miracles. All of my currently available poetry Chapbooks are for sale at: www.lulu.com/Daniel-Stafford In the silent reflection of things gone by, we remember and gild the best, pray for the redemption of the worst, learn our lessons and move forward, hoping and dreaming of the betterments to come. Wishing us All the world-over a blessed, peaceful, and prosperous New Year and Decade... William Stafford's (No relation I know of) poem, "When I Met My Muse." ( http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-met-my-muse/ ) Last Edited By: LostInEternity99 10/01/10 10:26 AM. Edited 1 time. |