I told you I was a geek, a nerd, loved my movies and the lines that I keep in my head to play over and over and make myself laugh. Usually this takes place at the most embarrassing moments, but this is me. Yup I am embarrassing!
As I was taking my shovel outside, the long spade, I immediately start to laugh, as I felt like Gandalf high on the mountain; reality sits in and I am shovelling a pile of dog shit. This is a little less spectacular, and no rainbows are coming out of her, all sixty pounds, but I still played my role and did the though shall not pass line as she is chasing around me, running crazy while I keep myself upright on the shovel. Zip zip, she is everywhere.
I immediately thought of something and had to get the shed keys to find my treasure. A few years ago, one of the maintenance men that worked with me had an incredible talent. At the time I had no idea until one day he came in and told me he had a gift for me. I was shocked; shocked that he thought of me and shocked that he had put the time into such an item to create for me.
He passes me this long gnarled and twisted stick, and explains how he creates them, carves them and thought this might help keep me up higher when I am hiking and have to take the MS with me (I would prefer not to as it weighs down the backpack). He told me how much he admired my drive, that everytime I was getting knocked down, I kept going and got back up.
He made me tear up and I was so grateful that he shared such talent and genuine kindness towards me. I was too afraid to use it then, too afraid I may break it, destroy it and wanted to preserve it, and hid it covered in my she-shed.
While using the shovel to hold myself up, I remembered it and had to pull it out of its safe place. Tucked in with two more, as he decided I needed a daily walking stick and two for hiking, I took it out and looked at such raw talent. I am still in awe.
I will use my walking stick to hold me high, when everything is pulling me down. I will use it to keep myself climbing the mountains and appreciating the scenery and I will use it as hope; hope that each day, I keep moving on.
It’s so beautiful and tomorrow, as I need some assistance, I will use it and share the story and appreciation for a man so kind.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for such a precious gift.
As always, the high walking, Gandalf loving, Lord of the Woman in Process
As snow will probably be in our future here in the upcoming months, I thought Gandalf up to his neck in it, is a great symbol for the days I feel so suffocated and trapped. What I remind myself, is it will always melt, usually with heat, love and kindness.