Bumpy Roads with Angels

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My previous entry was all about the beginning of my road to recovery. Well, it has been a bumpy road thus far, depriving me of sleep and fully immersing me in physical challenges. It is a good thing I have a very high threshold for pain and manage to hold off taking pain killers, as recommended by the orthopaedist and the physiotherapist. At this rate I will turn out to be pure masochist! Kidding aside, even though I don’t use the sling at home, it is very difficult to get things done. Showering with one arm (because the other one…

The Road to Recovery

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No healing is ever painless. I know, because the last two years of my life have been all about healing emotionally and psychologically. I am nowhere near being healed, but there has been progress, and major moves towards taking ownership of who I am now. Physical healing is no walk in the park. My week began by doing a medical merry-go-round. The GP put me on three weeks sick leave, and then referred me to an orthopaedist for more specialised consultancy. He is legally not allowed to recommend anyone, but he did say that no clinic is allowed to turn…

Air Adventure 5: Silver Linings

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Spending the day in pain and my arm in a sling was not how I had envisioned my birthday yesterday, but that is how the cookie crumbled. After the medical debacle on Tuesday, flying and participating in any of the outdoor activities that involved paragliding per se were out of the question. It was a good thing I packed my camera equipment, because I became the group photographer instead, which is not a bad thing. It was certainly my first time to photograph paragliders in action, and also the first time to shoot one-handed with the left hand! It was…

Unexpected Blessings

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I missed mass this morning so I went to work feeling a bit out of sorts, knowing that there was something essential missing in my ritual. Nevertheless, as the morning wore on, I realised that there was more to the day that met the eye. I know I grumbled yesterday about being a bit impatient about the way things were going in my life. Half a year is gone, it is behind me now, and there is nothing I can do about it. Look forward. Look ahead. Aim for new heights! That is my mantra for this month. It is…

“Not now…” is an answer

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“God is our refuge and strength,    an ever-present help in trouble.Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way    and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,though its waters roar and foam    and the mountains quake with their surging“Psalm 46: 1-3 Sometimes it is difficult to maintain the faith, especially when I feel as though my prayers are not being answered. But then I remember everything my spiritual mentors have taught me over the years, and realise that every single one of my prayers have indeed been answered, I just didn’t understand the answer because it wasn’t what I expected – or hoped for, or refuse to…

Abide With Me

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Click HERE for the German version of this prayer song Abide with me, fast falls the eventideThe darkness deepens Lord, with me abideWhen other helpers fail and comforts fleeHelp of the helpless, oh, abide with me Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little dayEarth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass awayChange and decay in all around I seeO Thou who changest not, abide with me I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to blessIlls have no weight, and tears no bitternessWhere is death’s sting?Where, grave, thy victory?I triumph still, if Thou abide with me Hold Thou Thy cross…

A New Favourite

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Please listen to the song before proceeding… Fridays have become sacred to me ever since I reduced my working hours at the office. Sleeping in an hour longer and having a slow start, leisurely breakfast, and then just writing away. Internet radio has become part of my lifestyle, and on weekends, I start the day with jazz. This morning, while chilling on the sofa with the cats, there was a song that came on Radio Swiss Jazz that caught my attention and the lyrics spoke to me on so many levels. I didn’t catch the name of the artist, and…