Day 1443

Every day, I try to find a quiet moment or two for rejuvenation. To help “stay put," I embroider, knit, crochet or pet the closest Golden. With my hands busy, my mind can better focus on important thoughts. When I scatter my actions in a whirlwind of movement, my mind begins to spin as well.

When I allow for that time, it is fascinating to observe my Golden Boys. Each one finds a spot by my feet or chair and falls into a deep sleep. When I rest my body, they can do the same.

Those close to my heart have lovingly accused me as being in “perpetual motion.” Although there is some truth to that, I might come by it naturally…

Thinking about Great-Grandpa Farrier (the one who lost his legs in a blizzard and started an artificial limb company), one story comes to mind this morning. According to my dad, he was always trying to create perpetual motion. One day, to my father’s delight, his grandpa called him over to the kitchen table to witness his success! As a little boy, my father stood there transfixed as his grandfather showed him a toy top that continued to spin! My dad was mesmerized! Suddenly, he heard a sound from under the table. Great-Grandpa had run a wire through the crack and attached it to his prosthetic leg. He was pumping it from below!

Perhaps that is my legacy…perpetual motion. Fighting it to find the calm of the day is an effort, but worth it! The dogs would agree!