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Changing back

Brown-Eyed Susans remind me of my Opa

Brown-Eyed Susans remind me of my Opa

Things are looking very, very promising. The surgeon said the best thing I can do to hasten my recovery is walk. Short distances at first, gradually increasing as I build up my strength. He might as well have said the best thing I can do is eat Smarties, drink red wine and go yarn shopping. I love walking.

So on Friday, a few hours after I got home from the hospital, I went for a 20-minute walk. It was my first real, unescorted, unassisted walk in a very long time. My legs, although a little uncomfortable, did not become sorer with every step. This was unusual.

My artist neighbour painted his gate!

My artist neighbour painted his gate!

Yesterday I went for a 35-minute walk. It was a gorgeous, crisp autumn day, the kind that makes me feel sorry for Floridians, who don’t get seasons. I love our seasons. Oh sure, I hate them too, fiercely at times, but I love them just as much. Everything changes when the seasons change. We rotate whole sets of clothes, foods, colours and hobbies out and other sets in. There’s something about packing away the old season and making room for the new one that stirs my Canadian soul.

This one – summer into fall – is one of my favourites. I love the way fall looks and feels, with its rich palettes and clean earthy smells. I love the way fall changes me, the way my own colours change, the textures and layers, the foods I crave, the way I spend my time. No more leisurely lightness and cotton and peaches and ice cream and keeping cool. Suddenly it’s all about sweaters and apples and spices and getting warm and cozy and cooking and knitting and burrowing down and starting new projects.

Somebody's been hanging art in the forest!

Somebody's been hanging art in the forest!

For my 35-minute walk, I wore my red knit heavily-fringed jacket from the Vintage Clothing Sale, with my hands deep in the pockets. I wore socks and sneakers. I relished every single step.

I know now that the operation has been at least partially successful. Time will reveal more. But yesterday’s walk was the longest and most pain-free walk I’ve taken in many months.

Since I don’t drive, walking has always been my primary mode of transportation and key to my independence. It was also my only form of exercise and a rich source of meditation and inspiration. I can’t even begin to describe how it feels to be getting all that back.

I’ve always said, if you want to make someone happy, take away everything they have and then give some of it back.

More forest art!

More forest art!

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