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Posted 2018-12-30T04:18:30Z

Omelas

Have you ever read Thomas More's Utopia? It's terrible. I mean, no way it could work, but if it did, life there would be horribly bland. Anyone who's known me long can tell you that I've always been partial to dystopian fiction, and one of my favorites is Ursula LeGuin's short story "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas." It's a brilliant work because Omelas is described as a utopia where everyone lives happily though they go through a coming of age moment where they must look upon a single child who bears the entirety of the community's suffering. Their paradise is at the expense of oppression.[...]

Posted 2018-12-23T08:21:33Z

Of Blisters, Bad Weather, and Bible Stories

There's always reason not to get up and walk - paralysis being at the top of the list for me. I obviously want to keep improving though, and I'll look for ways to practice what my physios tell me, but external forces can limit me. Like that blister on my foot that is my internal fluids looking for an external position. The weather is also an inhibitor of my walking. This week, both of those ganged up on me and kept me mostly in a chair with my foot elevated as I spent loads of time reading. [...]

Posted 2018-12-17T06:11:06Z

The Price of Adventure

I never wanted to leave Oregon; ask anyone who knew me there. I was the least likely to move away, and yet, at this point it doesn't look like I'll ever live there again. My life has taken a turn for the awesome, and I have no regrets. I chose to live dependent on Jesus, and he took me first to Germany, then to a Swiss hospital, and now for a stay in a tiny island paradise in the South Pacific. [...]

Posted 2018-12-02T01:32:28Z

1, 2, 3, Wobble

This Monday at physio, Mike had me practice a whole bunch more difficult tasks. We did a lot of standing on my own before grabbing on to his arms so that I wouldn't immediately drop back into my seat. He also had me find my balance before closing my eyes and trying to remain on my feet. For most people that would obviously be an easy task, but because of the wonderful world of nerve damage, when my eyes are closed, my whole body is immediately lost in space. I literally have no idea where my lower half is located if I can't look down and see it. It was a huge success to stay on my feet with my eyes closed, and Mike had me attempt to sit down with grace and control - I didn't immediately drop, but grace wouldn't be a good descriptor of what actually happened. [...]