I injured my knee two months ago. This whole experience has been a rigorous exercise in Zen. It's been a process of letting go of my attachment to my preferred form of physical exertion- dance. Loosening my attachment to flashdancelocity (the feeling of my spirit soaring when I dance) was at its most painful emotionally when I had not yet accepted that I couldn't get my dance fix every day.  

If I'm able to dance and hike again my lens of "Well, of course I dance and hike- this is just what I do" will have evolved to "Wow, I'm dancing and hiking again... Each time I do this could be my last so I'm soaking it in, every wisp of wind against my face and each flex of muscle-in-glory." 

So this chapter has been about re-imagining who I can be if I can't move around as freely as I used to. I'm still a writer; my hands are fine. In fact my introspection has deepened, my antennae fine-tuned by this event.