I finished physical therapy last week. It was not the triumphant exit that I imagined. Instead, I left feeling… undone. Apparently health insurance covers leisurely strolls, but it cannot justify jumping for joy. That I must do on my own.
So this morning, I set out with baby girl for a walk. My favorite walk – the one I have only been able to take one time since November. I always go the same way, figuring that one quick steep hill at the end is better than a long, slow climb. But with this foot, everything is gradual. So today, I walked around the other way.
The air was warm and the view was green. There were rocks to play with and wildflowers to photograph. Bluebirds skimmed the river while the geese dove down with their tufts in the air. I noticed what grew on the other side of all those trees. Baby girl sat on my lap, sucked her thumb, and watched the ducks. And I fell in love with a foxglove.
“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
~T.S. Eliot
