That’s me with a purple cast. I fractured my ankle in three places during a mundane slip.
I don’t believe in accidents. I do believe my fracture is a blessing, a teaching device and a balancing agent.
My ankle is clearly grounding me. I have never felt so grounded.
I have slowed down, in body and mind, and have to pay attention to every detail of my environment.
Especially my next step. Putting one foot in front of the other. There has never been a more effective mindfulness practice that I have done. And because I have no choice, I choose to call that Grace.
My cast, my predicament, is teaching me to soften up, slow down and smell the roses. Also, to let go of the fear that if I don’t rush and accomplish I am not safe.
Did I break my ankle or did I catch a break?
Is it a bummer, or an initiation that helps me put into practice some of my own values and teachings, which are:
Inner peace first.
Slowly is holy.
Asking for help is an expression of humility. (I need lots of help.)
Life sends us nothing but angels.
And purple casts.
