The Miracle of Movement…
Several days ago I arrived in Colorado. My purpose was multifaceted; to see my surgeon for my 12 week check up, to begin my next chapter of PT, and to employ every alternative healer I knew to help me release the inflammation that was a hinderance to my recovery. My inflammation had become my greatest obstacle, as it was interfering with all of my efforts to walk unaided.
On the day of my arrival I was having lunch with a dear friend at an outdoor cafe. We were seated near the concrete staircase pictured above. During the course of my meal I watched several service staff members navigate these concrete steps with a speed that could be in the Guiness Book of Records. Additionally, they had the grace of a gazelle in each of their movements. As my current focus was relearning how to walk, I couldn’t help but admire these stairway athletics.
Did they have any idea of how amazing the gift of movement was?
I did not mean this question to imply criticism, but rather to share with you my realization that walking, running, and movement of any kind, is not a “given”, but rather a “Gift”.
My 12 weeks of not walking have opened my eyes to both the complexity and miracle of human mobility. There are said to be 62 lower extremity bones held together by a perfect mesh of muscles, tendons and ligaments. All of these are masterfully integrated to allow for the perfect coordination of movement. I spent a lifetime enjoying this miraculous human machine and quite frankly I had no idea what a tremendous gift it was.
Now, as I journey through life trying to move one step at a time, my gratitude for the miracle of movement has become quite real to me.
The whole world is a series of miracles. They exist all around us.
Like most of my life, I have lived moment to moment taking most of these miracles for granted. And now, thanks to my recent events, I have found another daily miracle to be thankful for, “The Miracle of Movement!”