Over the past week during my walks I have been reflecting on my life. What comes up over and over is a strong current of thanks, like a high tide of gratitude in my heart.
I am grateful to be alive.
I am grateful for the experience I’ve had so far in my life.
I am grateful to have learned so many powerful lessons.
I’ve had love, great overpowering love, a few times in my life. I am grateful to have felt that love and to have been part of the giving and receiving of love between two people.
I have come close to death twice in my life, when I had a motorcycle accident and when I fell off a roof. I am grateful to have survived and for the clarity those two experiences gave me.
Thinking about all the people who were injured here in Boston recently, I look at my right arm and am so grateful to still have it and to still be able to use it. I have recovered so well, people don’t often believe me when I say there was a chance I could have lost my hand. My surgeon here in the US has shown my surgical x-rays from Argentina and his reconstruction of my wrist to thousands of other orthopedic surgeons because it was such a rare case. He still tells me he was just happy I could move my fingers after my third operation, and any recovery after that is gravy.
I did a handstand earlier this year. I did a handstand with the support of my reconstructed wrist. What a feat!