|The Mystery within...|
Walks with my yellow lab, Oliver, are getting more difficult for my left knee. Some days are better than others. But now I have started to rely on two snowshoe poles to steady me along the path that dips and rises around that little 17-acre wood we like to walk. One day we were already a good distance from the car when I realized I forgot my poles. I didn’t want to go back for them so I kept walking across the wooden plank bridge over the river leading to the woods. I began to regret my decision not to go back until I turned to onto the path. There, leaning against the small wooden bench at the wood’s entrance, was a sturdy staff waiting for me. I felt deeply comforted at the sight of it and its heft secured me on the uneven ground. Before leaving the woods I returned this aid to where I found it and felt a deep knowing I am being watched over.
A knee replacement is in my future. It was a difficult decision and is a big step for me. Lines from Rumi’s poem, “The Guest House,” have been visiting me:
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows…
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
…because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
I expect the process of acquiring a new knee comes with new learning. Just knowing I am being watched over is a priceless revelation.
What if we all knew we are being watched over?