Daffodils are showing their bright yellow blooms as they offer themselves as the first of the Spring renderings. The view from the intricate gazebo is inspiring, even when the vantage point is less than bright on the cloudy, overcast day. This possessor of a thriving heart begins to grow in his mind’s eye a desire to continue the work of upkeep where possible. Am I or am I not capable of engaging in and completing these tasks I have begun to set aside in my mind’s “to-do” list? These days of sequestering oneself to avoid contracting the deadly virus have offered up an overabundance of time to nap, think, and read. Unfortunately, the need to exercise and keep the basic strength of muscles and joints functioning has been placed on the wayside. With the dawn of this new Spring and the perceived freedom to engage more cautiously with others, this possessor of Parkinson’s is finding the navigation of space and distance to be ever more challenging than experienced before. Walking has become not only a muscle and strength issue, but it has also become a mind issue. Where stepping from one room to another seemed previously a thoughtless act, now each of those steps requires intentional thinking. Each step not only requires the desire to move to the desired location, but also must include the intentional thought to lift each leg so as not to shuffle and lunge face forward toward the floor. It is time to sprout my daffodils and get my blooming movements closer to where they were. Giving thanks for what can be salvaged and refurbished adds nutrients for the sprouting of this Spring’s achievements. May we all learn the value of gratitude as we nurture a thriving heart!
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