In that oh so slow-motion moment between tripping and landing, SLAP on the flagstones,
I think I was…..airborne.
I don't remember it exactly.
I had an image flash by, of a woman in the distance, bringing her palms to either side of her 'o' shaped mouth.
I heard the crack of my iPhone screen, in my hand, as it met the sidewalk of a leafy Manhattan street.
Landing on my hands and knees, I looked up to see a young couple peering down at me with great concern.
Listening should be easy. So why is it so difficult?
After all we have been listening from the womb. Scientists encourage us to talk to our pregnant bellies and companies have made millions of dollars marketing CDs of classical music to our yet-to-be-born proteges.
Babies learn to speak by imitating the sounds they hear. And we know our children are listening because they quote us far too accurately in embarrassing places....
***This is the third post in a series about living with and recovering from serious illness. The first post Recovery-The New Normal appeared two weeks ago. The second post Recovery Part 2- Poem In Your Pocket appeared last week.***
I really thought I knew what recovery looked like. I started to write about Jonny's recovery from MVD brain surgery, the moment he emerged from the ICU back in early November 2011, until starting this blog in February. I measured it in terms of Celebrating the Small and Big Milestones. I described it as Navigating a Labyrinth, I talked about Two Steps Forward One Step Back. ( Please see Brainstorming, for all these posts and an explanation of MVD.) I thought I had it down.
