Yesterday I bought another skagen watch. I was wearing the first when I fell and broke my arm. Ironically, I had just looked at my wrist and admired how beautiful and dainty it looked, then I fell and it looked deformed, then it shriveled up and began to die. I had an operation on Dec 8th 2011. The doctor had to cut me, and go in to straiten my bones, and add some screws to keep them in place. It took me six months after that to use my arm again. I felt like God let me fall (disappointed me), when I was flying high, he brought me low.
I just stepped out the shower, and lotioned myself. I picked out my panties and thought of the scar that Peka's birth left me (another time when the creator let me down). I brought forth all my fruits, so why did he let them cut me? I suppose if they hadn't, I would have continued populating the earth in misery. Either way, this morning the sight of this watch on my wrist brought me back full circle. Looking at my arm again, thinking how I had lost it, but now it's returned. Is it perfect? No. Is it the same arm? No, but I am whole.
I hated my stomach after the C-section, I didn't want anyone to see it. It was ugly, and my body would never be the same again. I especially didn't want to have sex. But time healed my body. Both scars are still there, but I'm still whole, and I 💘 my body again. Life is a strange brew. Fear and wonder.
