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Silence is broken by the rhythmic whirl of the ceiling fan as it helps to keep the air stirring in the old farm house. The pup, having delivered her gift to the grassy meadow, lies curled beneath the coffee table as she visits her morning nap. Here in the confines of my childhood dwelling with scores of lifelong relics denoting adventures and experiences building and growing family and relationship, I reflect upon the wonders and joys that have filled our lives. Feelings of grief have invaded recently prompting tearful and emotional moments that seem to come out of the blue. Clinically, depletion of dopamine in the brain can prompt and or exacerbate what would otherwise be normal responses to life changes. Past reactions would have been to “suck it up” and move on to just “get over it” and “chalk it up” as a part of life. A conscious decision to “let it happen” has been so very freeing. The recent TV news report of children from Syria now working as field hands in Lebanon ignited a flood gate of tearful emotions. A sort of purge springs forth in response to injustice, to loss, or to tragedy. A similar experience was had after the initial diagnosis of PD some years ago. The stages of grief have been real and the emotional healing after these stages has been real as well. Today, in the quiet of this moment, I reflect with gratitude and joy upon the experiences and relationships that this explorer calls life. Thankfulness is the cup from which this wanderer quenches his thirst. The cup over flows today!
The room was filled with anticipation from those who attended the workshop that day. Insights into human motivation were being gleaned as the facilitators shared their mutual and respective experiences. Nothing was simplistic, but everything was being explained in a simple manner. “We have a choice in related to one another,” the first leader touted. “Build walls or bridges,” the second one followed. They postulated that each took time, energy, and materials to construct. One kept people out while the other gave egress to those desiring to cross. If one’s view of the world is that it is a daunting and hostile place, that person will most likely be about building walls, even if that person desires relationship. If one believes that the world has its challenges, but all may be overcome with the help and support of others, bridges will be built. Volumes have been written about relationships and the complexities therein. Some are quite helpful where others simply build reading skills. The discovery that how one views one’s diagnosis and symptoms can play an integral part in maintaining health and mobility has been a blessing. I am learning that “listening” to my symptoms of pain and stiffness rather than being hostile to them gives me yet another tool with which to build a bridge of understanding as to the complex needs of my body. Understanding the need for strategic and specific exercises, though possibly difficult to maneuver, may be the bridge over which greater comfort may eventually travel my way. Above all, I am thankful for insight that helps navigate the bridge building to greater peace with health. Someday, all will be made whole as I cross the bridge built by the Master Craftsman. Until then, I am thankful for any bridge building tools He brings my way.