Mobility is a beautiful thing.
Physical, social, or intellectual
Being able to move, to be fluid, to progress.
To feel the power and joy of moving, reaching, stretching, walking, growing.
Last week I lost my physical mobility for a few days after overdoing it with house and yardwork, party prep, high heat, and too much fun with dancing on the patio in bare feet. My foot screamed at me with redness, swelling and inability to bear weight. Pierre dug out the crutches from my injury of a few years back. My arms and wrists yelled at me as I tried to use the crutches. There was so much to do, I needed to push, push, push.
But my body was telling me to rest, to ice, to elevate.
To reflect and regroup.
Read moreSelf-directed Learner Mid-year Mobility Check