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A Seed Sown

A mighty oak

From a single seed grows

Strength and endurance

That everyone knows

 

But what of the seed

That lands on a stone

No earth for to grow

Forgotten alone

It struggles to live

It battles the odds

But will is the difference

A gift from the gods

 

It may never become

A mighty great tree

But it will touch the strangers

When in passing they see

 

Determined to live

For long or for short

Irrelevant time

Enough to cavort

 

I was the one

I stopped and I saw

Tenacity and drive

It left me in awe

The lesson is learned

No need to grieve

The time will be joyous

If you just believe

A Blast from the Past

 

A Time For Change ( June 2013)
No I am not talking about changing your politics or changing your underwear . . . although . . . never mind.  I am talking about changing attitudes.    Not everyone has a problem with people who are different, just a notable minority. That process of changing their attitudes is on going and never ending.  Where we can make a huge difference is in ourselves, our attitudes.  Yes we are ambassadors for everyone in a wheelchair but we are also ambassadors to ourselves.

I have often joked that the legs at the end of my hips weren’t mine. They certainly were not acting like we had any kind of relationship. I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t stand and if I wanted to move my foot I had to use my hands to do it.  Ever since I was told that I needed to give myself permission to fail occassionally I have been rethinking my legs.  Because I have no other legs to change to I will have to find a way to get along with the ones I have. As a parent did you ever have a child that would not listen to you, would not obey any rules you laid down? Those without children, did you ever have a dog that refused to come when you called?  Well my errant appendages are like that.  Did you stop loving your child or your dog because of a difference of opinion? No, you found a way to make it work.  I have an arm that is awkward to use.  It doesn’t open properly and I can’t straighten it out fully.  So I do more things with my other arm.  I adapt.  People are capable of adapting to almost any situation it just takes time and effort, and a lot of thought.

I spoke to a man once who had lost one leg to diabetes.  He was inquiring about buying my van.  During the course of the very pleasant conversation I learned that he had just recently lost his leg.  I was surprised.  My illness came on me very slowly over a period of years.  He went from two legs to one in a matter of minutes.  I don’t care how much you prepare for such an event it must have been traumatic. This man was upbeat, laughing, totally in control.  He had made peace with his situation and was in the process of adapting to it.  This man was and is an inspiration to me.  Here I am frustrated with my legs and he is moving on with his life.  I must admit I was a little ashamed of myself.  I can get hung up with such unimportant things.  I am a well-adjusted (sort of), intelligent woman.  I can adjust when I need to, it just takes a little effort.  And perhaps a change of attitude.

 

My Own Song

 

 

I’m singing my own song

And I’m writing it too

Sometimes I’m brilliant

And sometimes it’s poo

 

I don’t care for noise

But the sound of a song

Country, pop or jazz

It just can’t be wrong

 

Classical notes form

A bridge for the ear

All other music

Began I think here

 

The song I am writing

Is dear to my heart

It helps me to focus

And where next to start

 

My past in a word

It simply was great

Love and adventure

Full was my slate

 

My song is not finished

I have years still to write

Experiences to live

The future is brigh