"Maybe it’s not miracles we’re after, but a timely shred
of evidence that even when we're crawling, we're moving ahead."
The poem Maya sent today, reminded me that as slow as it seems, I am making progress. The thought changed my perception! Here is the whole ten line poem from Maya.
healing, unobserved
All week, the reminder of the podiatrist’s curettage
was pure physics – the dull throb on the ball
of my right foot relating not just to my hobbled pace
but to the slight limping of my spirits, how I felt I was only
half-working, creeping along the edge of things.
And yet each night, while I slept, silent and horizontal,
an act of healing, unobserved, graced me with a sly touch
and each morning my steps became a little less tender.
Maybe it’s not miracles we’re after, but a timely shred
of evidence that even when we're crawling, we're moving ahead.