On December 31, 2009, I woke up to feel as if moving were impossible and breathing was agony. As December 31, 2010 approaches, I take some time to reflect. It was a year of slowing down for a bit, sometimes even stopping. If there is a lesson for me, as there often is, it would be this: gratitude. Remembering how hard it was to move, I am delighted with each movement I make. Remembering clearly, how each movement made—from a twitch in my pinky or a turn of the foot-- caused such pain, I am in awe of the body and what it does and can do. We are miracles. I tried to pay attention more this year, to be grateful and be present. I know that I have a lot of practicing still to do. I know I am at the beginning of this learning.
Here’s to 2011, may it be filled with great movement, great joy, great being, gratefulness!
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