Blessings arrive in strange places. I have been dealing with RLS, or restless legs as it is known to many, for 25 years. I never thought of it as being anything other than a curse, a daily torment not worth mentioning because it was not recognized by the public as being too much of a problem. It wasn't cancer or heart disease. It wouldn't kill you! Oh, so true. Unless, of course, you couldn't stand the constant torment and decided to jump out a window.
So how did I get to the point where I thought of it in positive terms. Well, right now it's not too much of a problem. But that's another story. The fact is that after 25 years when I am actually able to sit and relax or possibly even doze off I thank the Creator. I appreciate stillness and use it to meditate or pray. It is a sanctuary of sorts. Perhaps a bit run down at this stage but very much appreciated. A gift. Blessings come in all different sizes. The small ones are sometimes of great value.
So that's what I wanted to say this Saturday morning. I want to talk about RLS here from time to time. I would hope to offer some help to others who are having a bad time with it. I will label the RLS parts of this blog in the sidebar. Thanks for the read. Have a good weekend.
