Yesterday, I came back from taking the proctors to dinner.  I wasn’t really thinking, but just started up the stairs to my apartment.  On the third or fourth step, the stairway gave way beneath me.  There was a tremendous clatter, and the treads of the stairs rushed up to meet me. Something banged into my knee, and I slid face-downwards about three or four stairs.  A sharp object grazed against my right pinky finger.

It took me a few moments to get my bearings.  I’d fallen.  My downstairs neighbor had returned a broiling pan.  She’d figured I’d see it when I came into the apartment and went up the stairs.  Of course, seeing the broiling pan would have required me to turn on the light in the stairwell, which I hadn’t done.

The astonishing thing was how solidly and how thoroughly planted my left foot was on the ‘stair’.  Every part of my body registered that I was going upstairs as easily and normally as possible.  Yet this step onto a slippery, unbalanced broiling pan registered as a true step, but wasn’t.


Some Reiki  and some stretching this morning, along with some tai chi, seems to be taking care of any lingered stiffness and soreness.  Right when it happened, I was terrified that I’d broken something. This morning, all seems to be well.  It’s a testament to the the ability of our bodies to heal and recover.  Yet it’s also a reminder that our senses can be downright wrong.

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  1. My neighbors…

    My neighbors have apologized profusely several times. When I fell in my stairwell, they were sitting in their sitting room just on the other side of the wall. I made a pretty terrific racket as I slid and stumbled down the stairs.

    I came into the house last night around 11:30 after a conference, and this time I turned on the lights.

  2. Thank you…

    Thanks for the concern. I’m not available on most of your moving dates, except possibly the morning of April 29, or the afternoon of the 30th.

    Let me know.

  3. Ow.

    I’m glad you’re not seriously injured, brother.

    You might suggest to your neighbor that one shouldn’t leave unexpected items in walkways of any sort.

    Of course, most people expect that most people will put the lights on when they go places – and therefore see stuff, even stuff which might not have otherwise been anticipated. I, too, often don’t turn on the lights… especially when I think I know where everything is 🙂

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