Maybe, Said the Farmer

I love and think of this story often. Being hit by a truck while riding my bicycle to high school led to a "bad" concussion and my being excused from classes and teenage restlessness.  This led to me meeting Deaf people and their beautiful visual language, changing me and my life.  Being neglected - left out of the dinner conversation - in a big family set me up to be empathetic and present when life confronted me with a languageless adult who opened a door I would never have seen.  I am now continuing to follow the unknown, traveling with no destination, after giving up my room and most of my "good" stuff, practicing letting go of my judgments and showing up where ever I am invited to share stories of losses, gains, wild horses, broken legs, and life and living in spite of war.

 Susan, kudos to you. I really resonate with your comment. My own life journey has some similarities. Often what seemed to be Bad had incredible blessings down the road. Hugs to you! Kristin

 I hear you.  Love, too, to you!