Two years ago, I abruptly realized I'm not immortal. I tore a major artery and my heart squeezed from constricted blood flow. One minute in robust health, the next diminished by pain and fear. Control is an illusion. In every moment there is uncertainty to be acknowledged and accepted. Move on, move forward, move over, or remain stuck. There are choices and outcomes. The worst really can happen and possible you'll conclude that you can withstand it, maybe even learn from it. Or not. The path for all is different, twisting and changing direction, but always leading to the same place. No matter what our beginnings, we'll reach our last breath and wish there was time for one more. For me, in this moment, for this breath, the journey continues.
I posted about my heart attack at my main Blog Live and Learn.
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Very brave to write about it on your blogs. Isn't it hard to live so far away from a big city knowing you had this two years ago. Again very brave.
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Filip
This is very inspirational. It amazes me how many remain stuck. Your photos are lovely.
ReplyDeleteIt is hard to believe that it has been two years.
ReplyDeleteRight now, I am thinking of that solo hike you took last summer. You are strong in body and soul, Barb.
I liked the way you said 'control is an illusion.' SO easy to forget. Thank you for stopping by my blog and leaving a lovely comment ~ I was a little uncertain about that one so I'm very grateful for the nice feedback!
ReplyDeleteEach day is a blessing.
ReplyDeleteControl IS an illusion. Life is delicate;
Handle with care.
So happy you are continuing on this journey into 2012....
Walking with you in grace,
Sherry
You have embraced with awareness and walk with intention. Blessings on a journey continued.
ReplyDeleteControl certainly is an illusion. Life is fragile, and we are frequently reminded of this fact. I'm so happy you came through your ordeal, and that your journey continues! Thanks for sharing this :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the inspiration given in this post. I like the inspiration in your sidebar too: "We either make ourselves happy or miserable. The amount of work is the same."
ReplyDeleteThey say some traits of ill health are inherited. Both a grandparent and parent had heart/blood issues. They also say that some traits of ill health skip generations... so I watch for myself and my children. Education is important before and after expected or unexpected health issues. Blessings to you and your ablity to handle the health that you have.
ReplyDeleteYou are so active and look so healthy that it surprises me you have gone through such an ordeal. For sure none of us know what lies ahead. I'm so glad your journey continues!
ReplyDeleteGreat to find your blog. I was raised in Colorado...know Breckenridge very well. Thanks for you "long shadow" comment on my blog. At your altitude (I didn't say age) I am sure the shadows are long. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou look great Barb, quickly bounced back!
ReplyDeleteYou you made the right decision, move forward and live life, inhale and exhale!
Best wishes!
this really an extraordinary journey you've been on. I'm happy that your healing has given you new eyes, and an even greater appreciation for what is all around you. what a lovely post. thanks for sharing this Barb. happy day to you.
ReplyDeleteI have such admiration for you. And this is really a beautiful paragraph.
ReplyDeleteYour story makes me appreciate and understand your words and photos more. Thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteI would not share this with some, but you seem such a strong person that I do not feel you would be offended. But if at this time in your life, it is too delicate a subject, I understand.
ReplyDeleteYour beautiful photograph of the covered bridge reminds me of my blog. You see I am a member of a group of genealogy "nuts" you might say, called the "Graveyard Rabbits". My blog is called Cemeteries of the Covered Bridges. I would love for you to look at it. It has some amazing photos and stories, as well. A mentor, who has since passed away, gave me the idea for the name and the poem in the upper right hand corner: The grave itself is but a covered bridge Leading from light to light through a brief darkness. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
http://cemeteriesofthecoveredbridges.blogspot.com/
Your words and photographs are an inspiration to all who find them and I am so glad I have find them tonight.
Every single breath is a gift. If only we could remember that constantly we may all live with more gratitude and kindness. Life is uncertain and it sounds like you have chosen to continue moving forward with courage. Thanks for sharing yourself.
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