For the last two weeks, I’ve been
“holed up” at home with a foot injury that is slow to heal. Two weeks of not
running. Two weeks of hobbling around, attempting to not put too much pressure on
my bad foot, and cringing with each step. The pain is still that bad. This morning, and in spite of
the pain, I walked to the grocery store to pick up a few items.
Despite my injured foot, I have
not rested. It is a hard lesson for me to learn at times, learning to rest. With
running no longer on the daily agenda, I’ve had more time to write, to get at
the piano to play as well as compose. More time to paint and clean up my
studio. I haven’t been able to keep still. No, the inflammation in my foot has
not forced me to slow down. To the contrary, I think I’ve picked up the pace a
bit.
After a difficult few weeks where
my concentration ebbed, it was a foot injury that became my muse. I’ve started
a new writing project. I’ve finished revisions to a novel and have begun
shopping it around. I’ve submitted two short stories and entered a contest. I’m
working daily, slowly but sure, on rewrites to another novel. In the last two
weeks, my time at the piano has yielded two compositions. Daily I’ve showed up
to practice my art, and I let the art guide me. When I surrender myself to my
art, there seems to be a natural ebb and flow to life that gives me hope. It is
my safety net.
It is a bright, sunshiny day. I will
get out this afternoon to take advantage of the beautiful fall day. I will do
what I haven’t done over the past two weeks. I will rest. (Or at least I will
try.)
Should you maybe go see a doctor? I am glad you are doing some creative things. I am enjoying the manuscript.
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