After having a rather vague “About” page for over a year, I decided to update it. Several new readers have joined me on this journey, so thank you and welcome. So here’s my story.
Substitute teaching, writing and helping out on the farm have been a good combination for me so far. I have been able to rest as needed, and as a result, I am doing much better than I was a few months ago in regards to health. I’ve made some positive life changes as well, such as:
Originally published on my old blog hosted on Pleonast.com on October 14, 2012.
He sat at the crest of the hill, sandwich in hand and staff and dog by his side. Chewing slowly, he gazed down at his precious flock, taking pleasure in their contentment as they safely grazed. They did not worry because he was there. They could see him. He had proved time and again that he would protect them. The ewes trusted him with their lambs, who frolicked easily at his feet, chewing on his trousers and bootstrings as they tried to learn exactly What or Who this strange creature without wool Was.
They say the second time going through anything is the hardest part. We know what happened the first time and hold what we didn’t like firmly in our minds. We anticipate and cringe, wondering, how am I going to make it through this one?
After my first session of chiropractic care, I had gone to my grandparents’ house, where my grandmother heaped frozen bags of small potatoes and vegetables on my shoulders (gently, of course) and back. A soft blanket was draped over my lap, covering my toes. I watched one of my favorite TV shows on my phone while eating supper and, relatively speaking, felt amazing for the first time since my wreck.
Two days later, after the second session, it was a different picture.
Been a while since I’ve posted, and I’m writing this one on my phone because I didn’t want to start up my laptop. The week was pretty crazy, although I still laughed because Evie, my pup, had so many antics, like watching me intently as I finished off the water from a Dasani bottle and sitting patiently, waiting for me to throw it onto the floor so that she could crunch it with her mighty canine teeth (the sharpness of which I have often felt on the backs of my hands).
I’m so glad I’m able to laugh in the midst of life’s stressful moments. Once, I was better at it than I am now. But I’m moving forward and growing into a more joyful self, even more than I was back then.