January 5, 2019, Prescott-
I woke up this morning, my legs stiff from yesterday’s hike, and hit upon the idea of high stepping, as a way of loosening the joints. It worked and my left knee feels mobile and, I dare say, good as new. Many of our difficulties with aging come from disuse, or improper use, of our parts. That’s not the whole shebang, but it does have a lot to do with quality of life, as the years roll on- and I fully intend to go for the maximum.
This evening, I went to watch a silly Transformers film, mainly because the story line was about a teenager in whom no one believed. Such people have been my heart, for so long, that I wanted to see the predictable triumph over self and others, which doesn’t always happen in real time. She fixed a car and made a friend-the rest falling into place, haphazardly, but nicely.
Other films coming up will feature women who stand tall and beat oppressors. This has always been important to me, that both boys and girls know they can go the distance and reach whatever heights to which they aspire-so long as they take life’s setbacks and turn them into comebacks.
Five years ago, this June, I visited the tower where Jeanne d’Arc was imprisoned and stood on the spot where she was immolated. Today, no one gives much thought to the fact that the leader of French resistance to foreign rule was a peasant woman. She is seen as simply having been a leader.
No human, who stands for what is in the heart and does the work necessary to accomplish deeply-cherished goals, is doomed to failure.