"Well, you know, you can't move, so you can stay where you are and others can come to you."
"I can move."
" (pause) I mean, you can't get up."
"I can get up."
" (pause) uh...... I mean, you can't walk."
"I can walk!" :)
"Well, we wouldn't want you to do that."
"Actually, I should walk."
"??????????? (puzzled look)"
And so we move.
In our wheelchairs, circling a room.
Sometimes in our beds, where we determine what still moves.
When we develop a drool, and friends put names to it, joking about calling it "mountain drewl."
In the movements of our eyes, if they are needed to type and communicate.
In our minds, as we consider possibilities.
In our dreams, where we move like we remember how we used to move.
In our memories which cannot be taken from us.
In our hopes.
In our prayers.
As we continue our journey.
As God moves alongside us.