My Body, My Ancientrail

Samhain                                                        Moon of the Winter Solstice

Like many folks I’ve walked my annual physical slowly toward December 31st.  Only paid for once a year and it has to fall on or after the last one.  Don’t recall how long it took, but I’m now up to December 17th.

The result.  I get my physical and my lab tests back just before the New Year.  So.  I read them.  They’re like an empirical astrological chart.  In their patterns lie the future.  Of my body.  I can see the faint outlines now of the hammer that will probably deliver the fate of the gods.  And it’s not what I imagined.

Each time I get the feedback from my physical I have to give up, at least for an hour or a day or a week, that magical sense we all have that, despite substantial evidence to the contrary, we will be the one, the first one, yes, but the one, that will just skate on out of here alive.

The data from my physical proves that I am flesh and blood, heir to all the flaws and weaknesses of the body.  And more.  That I am not someone else, not some free floating life form, skimming just above the small hooks and lines the world throws out to hold us down. No. I have a high glucose reading.  My cretanine is up.  But the cholesterol numbers?  Wow.  Blood pressure?  Fine.  There are other little ticks and creaks in the fabric of my vehicle.

You know that right?  Each Hindu god or goddess has a vehicle.  Their feet never touch the earth.  They do skim above the hooks and lines carried by Nandi or Garuda.  I suppose, back to the incarnation post of a week or so ago, that we might each be gods, carried above the surface of samsara by this fleshly vehicle. [I should say that this is the exact opposite reading of samsara from Hinduism and Buddhism.  In these belief systems the bodies senses are the hooks and tethers that keep us chained to this world.] Riding on it like Vishnu on Garuda.  In this case, maybe I will float on, wash away from here and into the Brahma or into the heavens or perhaps crawl back on the wheel for one more ride in one more vehicle.

I suppose it could be.

But I can tell now that this one has fatal flaws.  Turns out it’s just like everybody else’s.

Final thought.  When my physical finally gets scheduled for December 31st, is my time up?


One Response to My Body, My Ancientrail

  1. Think about this. When you reach December 31st, you can do just as the Mayan calendar. You can start over with a new scheduling. You will then have a whole year to “play with.” No more scheduling it in just before the year ends. However, you will have to give up that one “free physical” when your calendar rolls over, or rolls along. I know how this works because this year was my time to move to a new year. It turns out that I then procrastinated until October because of other priorities.