The day after Christmas, while playing on the floor with my boys, I made a sudden right turn with my neck and next thing I knew the room was something out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. I couldn't tell up from down, left from right, what was stationary or what was moving. It simultaneously felt as if I were on a teeter-totter and a boat. The rocking...oh the rocking. After a few moments of wicked vertigo, the room settled, but not quite as calmly as it should have been. Somehow my ears were confused that I was sitting still. So for the next few days...6 to be exact...I felt like I was seasick and if I even thought about laying flat or tipping my head even ever-so-slightly, to either side, the room would again take flight and whip me around like a balloon in high wind.
It was unfortunate that the new year was nearing and I felt like I had a hangover of the worst kind...a permanent hangover. I prayed a lot. Felt sick a lot. Cried a little. Had tons of help from my husband and older son. And although I was miserable, I tried really hard to be celebratory of the new year and all of the exciting things that await us.
As introduced by my brother-in-law and sister-in-law after their stay in Thailand, we brought in the new year by sending a paper lantern into the sky at midnight. With it we sent all of our hopes, wishes, struggles, and gratitude. We celebrated the God that we love and serve, the friendships we cherish, the beauty of the planet we dwell on, and we believed that as we sent our light forth, we could expectantly wait for that light to be brought back to us through the goodness of the year.
Vertigo and all, it was a magical moment to see our lives...on fire and upward bound!
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