Let’s start this blog with a quote from Mary Morrissey, “Painting pictures in our mind of what we want serves as the foundation for greater living in greater relationships.”
Think about that quote for a second, painting pictures in our mind. What does that mean to you? Each of us experiences various interpretations for this sentence. Do you find your days a replay from previous days? Or are you forming a foundation for finer living and better relationships?
Most individuals in my circle consider me a dreamer. I’ve been a dreamer since my first breath. I’ve been told I don’t accept reality, but it’s not that I don’t accept reality only I don’t accept other people’s reality. To me reality is personal.
Several years ago my husband and I purchased scooters or mopeds as there recognized. We admired those scooters, and we had so much fun. Two months after enjoying exploring Palisade Colorado on our scooters, Brett and I were on the Mesa, a quiet breeze and sunshine accompanied us. I was savoring the landscape perhaps too much that I did not see Brett stopped his scooter after rounding a corner. As I rounded that same corner and saw him stopped, reality slapped me square in the face as I reached my brakes to escape striking him, but the loose cinders under my tires had a reality all their own. Yes, I crashed with my scooter into his, slight enough it did not cause Brett to lose stability and fall, only me. My body tumbled to the left, my scooter to the right. As my wonderful luck would have it, two, not just one, but two off-duty EMS officials came out of nowhere seconds after this calamity took place. One called 911 while the other helped me not to move as I rested in the middle of the pavement. Brett removed his jacket lifted my head and rolling it up, stuck it under my head. The postal lady who we had merely passed minutes before, showed up, bowed down beside me and allowed me to crush her hand due to the immeasurable pain. Minutes later the EMS unit appeared, and we headed to the nearest emergency room.
This left Brett in a whole other realism. How he would take both scooters back to our home, mine with a dead battery. In all the chaos we neglected to turn the key off on my moped.
And to add to Brett’s reality, when I was in the EMS unit, Brett was compromising with the Sheriff. Because Brett did not have his insurance card for the moped on his body, the Sheriff threatened him with a warrant for his arrest if he did not take it to the Sheriff’s Station the following day.
The two off-duty EMS workers who aided us loaded my moped in their pickup and followed Brett as he drove his moped the 5 miles to our house.
While this was developing, I was in the emergency room, and this same Sheriff arrived after I learned I was to have surgery for a fractured left tibia. It seems the Sheriff took mercy on me because he had come there to give me a ticket for not being responsible to manipulate my scooter, but understanding I needed surgery he opted out of awarding me the ticket.
Brett soon reached the emergency room and informed of my condition.
The succeeding day while undergoing surgery, Brett took his insurance card to the Sheriff’s Department in another city.
When I returned to consciousness after surgery my doctor told me he had implanted a plate and six screws to keep my tibia in place. My query to the doctor was how quickly can I ride again?
Eight weeks afterward when I could put pressure on my knee and had done physical therapy I was back riding with my husband.
Okay Donna, so what does this have to do with reality you may be asking yourself? In this instance, I had several ways reality could have shown itself. But I chose a reality which suited me. Yes, I was in an accident, and grateful I was the only one hurt, only I wasn’t going to allow one accident to stop me from what I enjoyed doing. So what if my left knee area has more lines on it than a hundred-year-old face, it’s my knee, my scars and I had a hell of a good time creating them!
So back to the quote, “Painting pictures in our mind of what we want serves as the foundation for greater living in greater relationships.”
I had painted pictures in my mind that sunny June 7th day of Brett and I shared time together doing one of the things we loved, riding our scooters in beautiful, Palisade, CO. What I didn’t paint on that canvas was the accident, but it sure did supply our relationship with laughter and storytelling of the incident, until the day he died.
If you are taking life too seriously, worrying about that work deadline, or how you are going to get the kids to soccer practice and another to dance and yet another to football practice, stop, breathe, and reward yourself time to begin to paint a picture in your mind of what you want. Make it a goal to permit yourself even five minutes a day, be it in the shower, on the toilet, washing dishes, or driving to your job, to place your paintbrush on your mind's canvas and begin to paint what you want your life to transform into. It all begins with one thought, one idea, one vision, one dream!
Until next time, love and light.
Namaste
Flowers I stopped and took pictures of before the accident!
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