POV

this is not a case of "help, I've fallen and I can't get up!"

this is an almost daily point of view since I started PT

it is the ceiling fan in the playroom

More often than not I am looking to my left because seeing the fan blades rotate makes me dizzy. Watching the clouds as I lay on my back leads me to praise the Lord while I do the stretches and strengthening exercises the Physical Therapist has taught me so that my core and hips will work the way they are supposed to and support my back properly. (I also enjoy looking at the artwork that decorates that wall, compliments of my grandchildren.)

a couple of days ago I looked to my right...

I was puzzled and wondered what in the world was under the doll cradle

I never know what my grandchildren may have left behind

it could be anything from a crumpled paper, to a crust of bread

or any number of unknown things

this is what I found when I summoned the courage to investigate:

 it is one of my May blooming old fashioned cabbage roses 

for three months it has been lying there, 

unseen

it may appear dried and ugly, 

perhaps even useless to you,

fit only to be trashed

but it is beautiful in my sight

a hands on reminder of the beauty of that time of year

and the scent of the rose still lingers

I have it sitting on a shelf in the playroom I found it in,

a priceless treasure 

all because I considered a different point of view