I love music… Always have. A song will come on and it will move me to dance, to laugh to cry. In the last couple of years a band came on the scene that has moved me over and over and over again. Like… over and over lol! If you are in my house or in my van you will for sure be listening to Mumford and Sons.
A couple of years ago amidst a blurry, dark time my best friend introduced to me to them… Mumford.. (their music, not them:) It felt like every song on the entire album was written just for me:) It was a time of deep grief. The song Awake my Soul touched me in a way that I can not explain.It became my “anthem” if you will. So much so, that a year later when I had come out of the fog… I had those words tattooed on my ribs AWAKE MY SOUL. A reminder that it’s ok to be numb, sad and to feel dead inside. But to only sit there for little bit.. a season.. and then it’s time wake up,to move forward and to live again.
Recently they came out with a new album called Babel. Now sometimes the second one isn’t as good as the first one so I was leery, but oh my…. every song offered something. “THE” song however is called Below my Feet. You may laugh, but I have this dream…it actually sounds ridiculous even as I write this! But I have this dream. I am on stage with Mumford and Sons. The song starts… I am in an adorable black, short, sleeveless dress.. Probably a bit vintage, lace looking. I have the most amazing pair of cowboy boots on and my hair is looking awesome! Like Elvis awesome…I am singing my guts out with them. I am stomping my boots to the banjo ( an instrument I secretly really want to learn to play) and shaking the tambourine like a crazy woman against my hip. I am singing my anthem….
“Keep the earth below my feet, from my sweat my blood runs weak. Let me learn from where I have been. Keep my eyes to serve my hands to learn. ”
I know it sounds silly…. but the vision of this brings a huge smile to my face. And on any given day (ask my kids) you may find me in my living room or my car… blasting this song and singing into my hairspray bottle or my thumb microphone because this is my new anthem. For this season, for me… this is my anthem.Now get up and dance!
So, I have started and deleted my frist blog post so many times I can’t even remember now how many times and I am sure much of what I deleted will surface again in future posts. But today I knew it was time.. just time to start writing. Especially considering I have some serious time on my hands. Why you ask? Because I broke my ankles! That’s right… broke one, sprained the other.
It’s spring break and I was sooooo looking forward to being on the mountain with my kids and my self:) This is when we really get to ride together. So on Sunday.. another beautiful sunny day in Whistler I was riding down to watch my sons race. I admit.. I was probably going a little too fast but I really didn’t want to miss it. When out of no where a skiier cut right in front of me. I knew I either was going to colide head on into the skiier or I had to come to an abrupt stop. I decided that the collision would end very badly for my face so I dug my heels into the snow and felt the most exruciating pain in both my ankles. I fell back and screamed out ” I think I broke both of my ankles” Then I felt dumb and thot “don’t be a baby. Suck it up. Get up and get to your sons race.” so I took a deep breath, stood up and rode down to where my sons race was. Well of course I missed it. I saw my friend and joked about how I had just fallen and that I thot I broke my ankles.
I proceeded to ride down to the bottom of the mountain in pain but thinking I must have strained them..I went to the awards ceremony and then out for dinner with friends. I had not yet taken my snowboard boots off. Once I took my boot off I instantly knew I had done something more than “strained” my ankles. They were both so swollen and the pain??? ugh. My friend came in and said that I really needed to get to the clinic to have them checked out. So my bestie drove me to the clinic. I could not walk and had to be carried like a baby!
The doc saw me and let me know that she thot my left ankle was broken and my right sprained. All I could do was laugh.. who does that??? Who injures both their ankles. To the point they can not walk let alone ride on the mountain with her kids for spring break. They casted me up on the left splinted my right and sent me home with T3’s:) Which.. of course was the best part:) I was still laughing until two days ago when the reality of sitting on my butt for Spring break set in.. having to have people drive me around, drop my kids off, make meals for me etc. I don’t do this well. I am not one to sit around…. ever. I’m not saying that is a good thing… I am just saying that sitting around is like putting pins in my eyes. I don’t read books, I don’t play solitare, I don’t do sitting.
So.. Everyone keeps saying ” what is this lesson you are supposed to learn” and really? I say nothing. I’d rather be snowboarding with my kids. Going for walks in the sun and playing outside. Sure it’s good to slow down. For sure… I could use with some slowing down but frankly this sucks. Yes it could have been so much worse…yes I have been thru worse. All true but for now I am allowing myself to say this just plain sucks. Honestly two broken feet… who does that?