My Wheelchair Is Fast (finally)

untitled, 1980, 24″ x 5′, pigment on wool
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Ok.. I know I was moaning about my wheelchair’s capacity to go faster than a crawl.
Number one: Did I ever in my wildest dreams imagine I would use the words ‘my’ and ‘wheelchair’ in a sentence in my lifetime?
NOT!!!!!!!!!
Number two: Is it really fun to have figured that out ? By gum… the damn thing really goes at a clip!
YES, Indeed………..
I figured out that there were different ‘modes’ one could set the chair to and I inadvertently had mine set to the aged and decrepit mode.
AND NOW!!!!!!!!!!! NOW I GO FAST!
I drag the dog behind me… (not really).
I went online and found a cool safety flag because, interestingly, I think I want to stick around for awhile.
I am taking my own advice and tuning my point-of-view towards adventure instead of some weird and ‘take-me-down’ kind of experience.
The best advice someone gave me when it was time for me to get a walker was this: “Cathy, just look at it as support, not a sentence.”
And I see now that I very much like the feeling of support after a lifetime of trying to do it (the life thing) alone.
Allowing support is a fine thing, actually.
I am looking at myself as part of a mangrove forest.
One small part of the whole with the knowledge that without me, the symphony and perfection of the root system would ring a sour tune.
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I hope that when/if I am in need of more “support”, I will handle it with your grace and inspiration.