Rolling Stone - Finally Home
Freed from the Caged Bird
For many
years I felt like a captured caged bird that sings and sings and sings, just
waiting for someone to come by, open the caged door and allow me to fly free.
After
months of rehabilitation, I realized that my post-stroke nourishment is
releasing me from the emotional bird cage that binds me.
My post-stroke
feeding is forcing me to look into the mirror and see my kindred spirit
knocking at the door; a kindred spirit that takes me so deep that I do not
realize where I have gone until the zone hits me forward-on.
My
post-stroke feeding is healing my soul.
After
having my stroke, I had to flip that feeling of anger. Like many others I asked myself, why did I
have a stroke? Being the youngest sibling, why me? My resounding answer was, “why not me”.
As a
little girl, up to a large portion of my elder-hood years, I felt like that
captured caged bird, constantly wondering where I belong, where I belong. Do I really belong here?
Being a
wanderer, I remember moving from job to job, home to home, searching for that
perfect job and that perfect place to live. I became so excited with that new job or new
home… until the novelty wore off. One
day I asked myself, what am I running from?
What am I running to?
Being so
restless, like the caged bird, I finally realized, I was running from myself. Every job I worked, every home I moved into,
each time I was taking me along with it.
My post-stroke
rehab is gentle forcing me to take the time out to see my life for what it is, freeing
myself from that cage.
My
post-stroke life is teaching me to understand that as aphasia comes in
different storms and waves, you just ride it out.
In my
heart of hearts, my post-stroke life is teaching me to understand that beauty
is truth, and that truth is beauty.
My
post-stroke life is showing me that rainbows and butterflies dance in the
sunset.
My post-stroke
life is showing me how to open up the door of my bird cage, accept who I am,
and come out ‘flying into the storm’.
And above
all, my post-stroke life shows me…
my life is just a rolling
stone that finally, finally has come home.
Word: We start off very low and rise up high,
telling people who we really are***
