In Sickness and in Health

ruintreeIt came on in the afternoon.

A scratchy throat, fatigue

like I had just run a long race

but had only shopped for a few groceries.

A nap brought congestion instead of relief.

I sat, and felt the virus first take hold of my sinus’, then my throat

finally my chest.

The kitchen counter became the staging ground for my battle defenses:

Weapons at the ready, I strategically planned a full assault of

herbal teas, decongestants, pain killers.

THIS ILLNESS WILL NOT STOP ME!

Or so I thought…

After consuming a tree’s worth of tissues,

my tailbone throbbing(?) eyes watering,

blurring the words I tried to read

because picking up a book was the most I could muster,

I sat confused, defeated.

What is this?

It was more than a cold, but less than the flu

It was deeper, older, as if some thing was being driven up

from the root of my being,

a disturbance in my sense of safety and survival.

A long stagnant toxin, having been jarred awake by current events

Blossomed to the surface.

As this wisdom came into my awareness,

my strategy changed.

I took an inventory of my life.

Am I safe?

Do I support and nurture

My body

My mind

My soul?

What changes do I need to make?

What past hurts, fears do I need to let go?

As I began the dance of supporting and releasing,

of intention and commitment,

the pain in my tail bone eased.

The herbs began to work.

Instead of “catching up” on the pile of books

I had set aside this winter, I curled up under the blanket

and watched movies.

No longer resisting the need to rest and recreate I embraced it.

I immersed myself in a Lego’s kit I received for Christmas

reveling in Play

something I had long forgotten as I hurried through life

stressed, anxious, yearning for control.

I have come to believe the Lego’s

healed me more than any medicine.

Discomfort, suffering, can be the impetus of change

if I allow it; if I am attentive enough,

if I embrace instead of resist that which is causing me dis-ease.

The wisdom of the virus taught me the necessity of

embracing my pain as a mother holds her child

who just skinned her knee hopping through a stream.

Gently kissing the wound,

she releases her child, allowing Life to unfold once again,

the memory of the pain washed away by Love.

In sickness and in health,

Love heals all wounds.

Give your Self the gift of love this week…

Happy Valentine’s Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About acdissek

I am a soul traveling sister who is about to embark on a pilgrimage of discovery, whose destination and purpose is yet a mystery. Along the way I hope to meet other pilgrims, sharing stories and wisdom of the heart.
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1 Response to In Sickness and in Health

  1. Judith Petrocy says:

    Magnificent as always! You express yourself so well. If you don’t mind, I would like To read it to my writing group, get their feedback and critique, before I tell them it is not mine, but yours. Then I will let you know what some marvelous authors have to say. Let me know if it’s okay with you. Hugs, me

    Sent from my iPad

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