When Life’s Too Hard & You’ve Had Enough

Here Is Your Prosperity Meditation:

(Remember, when there is an I below, that is glorious You) Take a breath and breathe in these words. If they sound wrong, take an extra dose.

Blessings,
Lorrie

“Patience is the key to paradise.” ~Turkish proverb

“I dismiss from my mind and body all sense of injury. I let divine love manifest in me now.” ~Catherine Ponder, The Healing Secrets of the Ages

Yes, those are my swollen toes photobombing the sea. This was my first venture out alone in the wheelchair, going up and down hills, and over cracked sidewalks, scary at times but I made it.

Three days ago, I said goodbye to this red fiberglass cast. I was hoping for the plaster walking cast. Instead, I got a boot. A big, heavy, black, protective boot that I can take on and off.

I can put up to 20 pounds on that foot, so I’m still using a wheelchair and walker and relying upon the kindnesses of others. Even strangers get off their bikes or out of cabs and insist on pushing me up intimidating hills.

A friend claims my wheelchair is a “man magnate.” If so, all I had to do was fall, shatter my leg into 30 pieces, have surgery, hospital, rehab, and home health. And some people just get a dog.

I was able to attend Thanksgiving dinner at a favorite friend’s. We found a way for me to climb the stairs while staying seated. The world of wheelchairs is one I’ve been learning while I pass through this temporary sojourn.

Earlier in my recovery, I had to pray for the willingness not to resist what is so that I could maintain inner peace, (and with grace) even move forward. Maybe you have something in your life that you resist. The more you resist, the more it persists.

The great John O’Donohue said that when he was ministering to the sick, those who befriended their illness(es) were a marvel in grace. When I was in the hospital, with unwashed hair in a ponytail, and no makeup, people would remark about the beauty they saw in me.

No fancy dresses, mascara, or any of the accouterments I would assume I needed for “pretty” and “beauty” to be in the conversation. I think it’s grace under fire, that thing that comes through us when we’ve done inner work and we’re now living it on a bigger stage…more eyes to see our principles in practice.

I also remind myself that I’m not my business card. I don’t have to be my or anyone else’s image of what a professional or working psychic should be. I’m just another soul on the journey, sharing my gifts as best I can.