I love the woods, I love everything about them - even the bad stuff. For the last 200,000 years my DNA had been adapting to natures ebb and flow, yin and yang, fast and slow, good and bad. When I walk through what I believe to be sacred ground like seen in this pic I took, when I walk amongst the voices of my ancestors, I am humbled. I am in awe. I also am sacred.
Having the privilege of staying a few days with my Mom and my Sister at their home behind GoldHead State Park has recharged my batteries, but I needed to crawl inside those woods to get a slow charge that would keep my batteries able to start my spirit. I couldn’t just view then from afar. I took a short walk through the Ten acres of beauty this morning even though all the women in my family asked me not to walk by myself. I am probably going to get in trouble for this but that is a price I am wiling to pay. I walked out the door and into the woods alone. Out of respect for my sister I never went out of sight of the house, I had good shoes on, a walking stick, the weather was perfect, the trail wide and well marked, and I had a phone with a full charge in my pocket. I told her I was to be gone only 10 min and I was. Also, most importantly - my medication was doing it’s job. After all, I walk around Riverside alone every day of my life, an area that is many times more hazardous than this quaint Oak forest.
I have given up so much since I developed the blessed curse of parkinsons, Most of it has been of my own fruition, some has been at the request of my wife and family. I don’t climb ladders - I don’t use a skill saw/chain saw/chop saw/sawzall/grinder etc. I wear a hard hat and I am trying not to work remodeling, home repair or building the GARDEN at all unless there is someone nearby. I don’t drive. I don’t climb stairs with anything in my hands. I always carry a purse so I always have a phone and ID. The list goes on and on. But, there are some things I will fight to keep doing until I make the decision to stop myself. I am a smart man, but parkinsons can affect your decision making process, so I will come up with some rules now so as to enable myself to maintain control over what i can and what I cannot do later. Remember, you are not being a control freak when you are fighting for the right to control your own life.
Andy’s Rules of Acquiescence
No body wants to control me, they are just concerned and do not want me to hurt myself. I can’t blame them for his, but they must realize that right now I am well aware of my limitations, most of the activities curtailed that I have listed above were my idea. I hope my family can accept these rules. If not then we need to sit down with my doctor and work it out. If I am extremely careful and follow all the safety rules to the letter there is no reason that I can maintain a certain amount of control over my life.
I love the woods, I love everything about them - even the bad stuff.
Until next time -
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\