With two emergency room visits in three days with my husband, needless to say the stress and anxiety were on the rise in our house today. Thankfully as the journey through a-fib continues, we are now better educated and are arriving at a plan. Seems he goes in and out of a-fib a lot and this is driving us both crazy, so after the holidays he is going to have a procedure that will take care of it. That leaves me wallowing in the aftermath – tired from all the anxious moments.
I learn from my beach walks. I usually amble the shoreline slowly, with my eyes hunkered down on my feet, looking for the elusive shell or shard of sea glass. After awhile I stop and raise my head and look out over the water. Then I see it. The horizon line where the water meets the sky. I’m always surprised and have the same thought each time I see that sight. I whisper to myself, “This is where heaven meets earth.”
Suddenly the rocks, shells, and sea glass pale in importance when in comparison to the vastness of “heaven on earth”, as do my difficulties and anxieties when held up against all the other things and people my life is made up of. My difficulties don’t disappear, but my anxiety diminishes. They appear manageable hills instead of impossible mountains. I usually return from my beach walks calmer and somewhat energized. Nothing was solved, but a new perspective was always gained.
And so, as another day goes by, I need to remember to keep my head up and my eyes on the horizon line, and….I have written.
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