I felt my beat as fast after I was rushed to the hospital 13 days ago and the doctor told me that I had just had a stroke.
I know how helpless a fish with no where to hide feels as an Osprey hovers above.
I felt this helplessness as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that a seemingly healthy person with no predisposition to a stroke was diagnosed with having had one.
I know how lucky a Tufted Titmouse must feel after banking a tree and missing the clutches of a Red-Shouldered Hawk.
I felt that way after the feeling returned to my fingers and I could control my speech without slurring.
I know how insurmountable the Gulf of Mexico must seem to a migrating Barn Swallow when the ground is no longer below.
I felt that way after the nurses unhooked all the monitors and instructed me on how to avoid a stroke in the future (which, for the most part, was how I was living pre-stroke).
I also know how a Bald Eagle must feel as she flies to a great height, locks talons with her mate and plunges toward earth, spinning out of control, breaking away just before hitting ground and then soaring upward to repeat the death-defying ritual.
And, that feeling is what is helping my head get back to good, reminding me how limitless life can be when you push fear to the side.
Thank you, Cute Mate, for locking talons with me and helping me heal. ...