On this day I broke my back in a riding accident.
In week 5, I was widowed and my life as I knew it changed. There was no easy way to deal with suicide back then, still isn’t.
In week 7, the injury was compounded with additional damage to a disk brought on by severe mental and physical trauma.
Within 6 months, I was in surgery, rated 9/10 on coming *this close* to being a paraplegic when they discovered bone fragments embedded in my sciatic nerve. I shouldn’t have been functioning, let alone walking.
In 7 months I was back to riding because it was the only physical therapy that worked for body, mind and soul. In truth I had never stopped riding, because I couldn’t imagine my life without it.
In 30 years I would substitute writing for riding, not so much because my body could no longer stand up to the demands, but rather because my horses deserved a better rider than I could be at this stage of my life.
Today is one of those personal historic watershed days, when a singularity resonated, shifting my balance, my perceptions and my focus and setting in motion events that would forever alter the direction my life would take.
Some might call that a trick, yet as the years unfolded, I’ve learned new meanings for the concept of “treat” and heartfelt appreciation for those small moments in life that reveal the subtext of unity, and the breadth and depth of our communion with all living things.
Blessings to all. Wishing you peace and a measure of contentment in these troubled times.