A Knock on the Head

I was stupidly not walking carefully through the park a couple of Sundays ago with only my dog for company in the early morning and tripped, knocking myself out briefly as I fell to the ground.  Thinking I was fine, if a little stunned, I carried on and finished my walk, only realising later that day that my head was feeling decidedly disconnected from my body.  X-rays and a few moments of feeling really silly at the doctor’s clinic later, I accepted that I had concussion.

I’ve never had it before, and it took days for my brain to re-engage fully with my mind, and my neck and back to stop throbbing painfully as I settled back into my skeleton and skin properly.  Thinking each day that I was ‘fine’ and ‘much better today’ then realising each day that I had not been at all, I finally re-connected with myself properly after a lot of rest and self nurturing. I also realised that whether it’s getting sick, someone else near me getting sick or in this case, a real knock on the head, there are some times when you really have to just STOP and re-group, re-assess, and re-approach what ever you think is important on the to-do lists.  Often when forced into a slowdown, you find that the important stuff is all about just resting and allowing life to happen rather than try to cram a lot into it, or force time to change how it passes.

Yes indeed sometimes you just have to BE. And a knock on the head for me has meant I’m able to fully appreciate the value of just stopping and gathering myself into a state of ‘being’ at least once a day now.  And the funny thing is – I THOUGHT I was doing this before – but now I really do have a means of  measuring that.