Another day to be alive. Another day to be grateful for the abundance of beauty and kindness that surrounds me. The many flowers on my windowsill are such a tangible reminder of this. Last night Michael hung a beautiful piece of stained glass with a purple mandala / flower pattern. It was one that Sage had seen at the Boise Co-op last time we came through Boise. He was fascinated by it . . . by anything to do with light and color, and Michael bought it as a reminder for us to view the world as Sage did - with endless wonder and openness.
It is 8 a.m. The sun creeps leisurely across the roof directly outside my window. Now that we are in my new room on the rehab floor, Michael sleeps in the other patient bed of this 2-bed room. It is not an uplifting place, this room, with its 2 TV's (one for each bed) jutting out of the dull gray wall. Who in the world thinks of painting a "healing environment" gray?!?
The staff here are filled with compassion, humor and optimism. I look forward to the physical and occupational therapy sessions, which occur up to 6 times a day. Each day I am stronger and able to do things I couldn't do the day before. Today I was able to turn my left wrist, and I could lift my right foot a few inches off the floor. My physical therapist jokes that by next week I'll be doing one-handed cart-wheels. :-)