R's rue

Margot and her new friend  1. Lurking in the darkest recesses of the blogosphere, one or two of you out there have enquired about my physical health following the involuntary tumble  I had on black ice last Wednesday morning. I am pleased to inform you that my wrenched left shoulder is definitely on the mend and I can now reach above my head with my left arm. At first I was anxious - in case there was a fracture  but now I am pretty confident that all will be well. 2. Yesterday, after clearing snow from our driveway and Butch's windscreen, I set off for the north end of Stanage Edge. There's no proper car park there so visitors park by the A57 on the verge opposite to the entrance to Moscar Lodge. I was hoping to do the walk I postponed  after my ice fall. However, when I got out to the parking verge there was too much snow and I didn't want to risk it. It would have been a great day for photography with sunshine, a blue sky and the drama of snow upon the ...

 This is the season of being planted where I am. There’s no glamour here. Just hard truth. My body needs my full attention.  As I get older, I can’t ignore any longer what I’ve done for years. My body is undergoing transformation in the hardest and slowest way possible. It has to be this way for a very long time. My physical recovery has no timetable because the fact that I may need physical therapy for the rest of my days is a painful pill to swallow. I can look at it and be grateful I have access to it, and I am, but there is pain too.  Pain that for all the work I put out on my own is no longer enough. I need qualified personnel to kick my butt is something I’m trying to come to grips with. When you realize this flies in the face of what we Americans are taught every day. Work hard enough, and it will come. Wrong.  Do I hate that my mission field is a doctor’s office. Yes. It’s not the mission field they teach you about in church. I’m being taken on a journey I ...