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Walking Strong

I can’t tell you how good it feels to be out of pain. My right knee is still a little stiff but I’ve come a long way. Linda, who cuts my hair, shared a health tip with me. She’s on her feet all day, but before going to bed she soaks in a tub of hot water and Epson salts. She said it’s good for the joints and helps eliminate toxins. I was eager to try that, too. I take the Blue Ice cod liver oil pills and also glucosamine chondroitin so why not try the miracle bath?

Wow! I started feeling better. I was able to do some gardening over the weekend. I live near a pretty park that was built by funds from a woman who owned a NFL Football Team. She brought a lot of beauty to our town with her investment and the park is landscaped with Weeping Willow trees that are beginning to bloom. A Horse ranch lines one side of the fence. A circular trail in the center provides a scenic walk; color me blue when I can’t be out there on it! But now as the weather reaches perfect temps, it feels good to walk with my Christian exercise music on my iPod.


There was an old gal who lost her spark

Her knee no longer hit the mark,

God answered with healing

In epson she's dealing

And now she's walking with her iPod in the park.


Comments

  1. Kathleen March 26, 2009 at 5:28 AM

    Woohoo! Let's here it for Epsom!!

    Isn't it amazing, and wonderful, how many of the "old remedies" still have medicinal benefits? My mother used Epsom for a variety of things, along with many other tonics. She was cut from pioneer cloth, and they really did know a lot about treating various ailments with simple plant forumulas.

    I celebrate your fleeing pain. Being a periodic arthritis sufferer myself, I know the joy of pain-free walking and bending and gripping.

    Great poem, by the way!

    Be blessed,
    Kathleen

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  2. AngelaMarch 26, 2009 at 7:30 AM

    I'm taking the day off today from a small flu bug right now..and early this morning when the pain was bad,,I was just praying for everyone that lived with pain for 24/7...I'm glad your feeling so much better...and enjoying your surroundings..with awesome music to boot!!

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  3. AnonymousMarch 26, 2009 at 3:02 PM

    I'm so glad to hear that the old Epsom salts worked for you. I really enjoyed the picture too! You're so funny, I love your little ditty at the end...it made me chuckle.

    Hugs & Prayers,
    Alleluiabelle

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