Walking has been such an effort in recent weeks. I love my walking stick! And have resorted to using it at home, as my balance has been wobbly and a fall would just be silly.

My Thursday morning delight walk was curtailed — after a very slow two blocks I turned back, and my stick and I made our weary way home.

A little later that morning, Leona came to give me Reiki — bless her. First, we sat in the autumnal sun on the balcony sipping tea, eating the banana cake I’d made a couple of days earlier, chatting about the mundane and the profound. The Reiki session was peaceful, beautiful. I slept deeply and peacefully that night.

Yesterday, when I woke, I found my walking much stronger. No need for the walking stick at home, nor on my delight walk which is exactly 2 kilometres long. I equalled my personal best post-stroke time, and still had energy to do the washing, and to write 500 words of my memoir. Extraordinary! And wonderful.

This morning, my walking is still stable. It’s been raining all night and there’s a cold wind whipping the glistening treetops outside my windows. A perfect cosy indoors day.

So — how to explain such significant overnight improvement? It seems to me to be part of the great mystery of life, and logically inexplicable. I’m happy to call it a little miracle, for how else can it be described?

I also understand that there have been and will continue to be rises and falls, ebbs and flows in my energy levels and capabilities. But I’m profoundly grateful for the miracle I’m living with today.

vivid green treetops
dancing in the rain — and
one liquid amber glows