Looking for Beauty in a Life of Chronic Pain

Winter seems to be the time of year we’re all worn from the mere act of survival. We feel like worn out human popsicles as we’ve rediscovered the very acts of staying warm and moving around seem too much to expect. Maybe those bears that hibernate have the right idea. It would be sweet to go to sleep and wake up when it’s spring but alas, it’s not to be for us mere humans. We are imbibed with the tasks of survival, family responsibilities and dragging ourselves along for the ride. I think most of us feel we used to be more appreciative of winter, you know BEFORE. That would be before pain arrived in our lives. We recall once frolicking in the snow, breaking off icicles to suck and being unafraid to climb a flight of icy stairs. Those were the days. Now our enjoyment is from film, photos and the view from a tightly closed window. The beauty of winter is still there; it is we who have changed. I was at our son-in-law’s lumber yard/hardware store a few days ago and the street front was filled with flats of new, incoming blooms. Strange, the effect that one single sign of spring had on me. I had to ask for a large box and fill it with hope in the form of blossoming plants and herbs. It was as if a package I was waiting for had arrived. Pastel pansies both large and small in lavenders, yellows and purples; tiny violas and white trailing blooms and a gallon pot of poppies filled my box. I had to satisfy the practical side of my nature and also purchase a pot of cilantro ...
Source: Life with Chronic Pain - Category: Other Conditions Authors: Tags: Pain Management beauty coping with chronic pain Source Type: blogs