Spring and the Trial Moon<\/p>\n
Friday gratefuls: Mitzrayim. Exodus. Diane. Carrie. Rebecca. Tara. Rich. Ron. Snow and cold. A winter day. Shadow’s kisses.<\/p>\n
Rene Good. Alex Pretti. Say their names.<\/p>\n
Sparks of Joy and Awe:\u00a0 Better Sleeping<\/p>\n
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Kavannah: Simcha. Joy.\u00a0 I have such joy with my friends at CBE.<\/p>\n
Tarot: paused<\/p>\n
One brief shining: Woke up with slivers of myself dedicated to different, sometimes contradictory perspectives. One sliver says, oh, go on. Ratchet down. You know where things are headed. Another. I’m so tired of feeling sick. Another. It’s rally time! Absorb this new reality and get on with it. And this one, where has all the purpose gone? One more: You got scammed.<\/p>\n
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I’ve been drifting emotionally. Carried here and there by rivulets of despair, anguish, resignation. No firm place to grab hold, steady myself. Discombobulated. Rudderless. From this: Oh, go on. Ratchet down. Follow the slow rush toward the sea. Don’t fight it.<\/p>\n
Recovery from my difficult constipation has taken way longer than I thought it would. Hasn’t fully arrived yet. That means I’ve felt stomach\/gut sick for three weeks plus. The constant drain of this symptom, that symptom. Can I eat now? Will eating make me feel worse? Or, better? An alienated stomach.<\/p>\n
So tired of feeling sick. I could discount it. Doesn’t work. The symptoms remain.<\/p>\n
My sense of purpose. Lost. I felt circumscribed, hemmed in on all sides by cancer, an unhappy G.I tract, increasing weakness. Purpose dissolved. Feeling hemmed in. If there’s no place to go, purpose withers.<\/p>\n
One footnote to all this. My dishwasher broke. I called a repair outfit I’d used before. Crow Hill Appliance. Trusted them. The woman scheduling the appointment was not as thorough as the one I remembered. I was ok with that. This was quicker. Oops.<\/p>\n
When Slavic, the Ukrainian repair guy, came, we talked a bit and I left him to diagnose my sick dishwasher. A central circulating pump. $390. Sorry, it’s so expensive. I wrote him a check.<\/p>\n
And. Nothing.<\/p>\n
It was a slick ruse. And I let it happen–distracted, tired, not fully in my body. I don’t expect to get the money back, but I am calling the police.<\/p>\n
This morning. A small, but powerful shift.\u00a0 No symptoms. Body right. I was glad to be awake. A place to get a purchase. Grab on to a level of living above resignation, above a temporary illness. It’s rally time! First time in three weeks. Some juice left in the tank. That feels so good.<\/p>\n
Reflection: Feeling sick, debilitated, has affected my mood–a lot. Even though I knew it was happening. I need to remember. Sick body drags down the lev. Conclusion: feed the lev what it needs to prevail.<\/p>\n
This moment. Right now. A sun below the horizon–yet I can feel its power.<\/p>\n
My lev quickens.<\/p>\n
We await the light.<\/p>\n
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Spring and the Trial Moon Friday gratefuls: Mitzrayim. Exodus. Diane. Carrie. Rebecca. Tara. Rich. Ron. Snow and cold. A winter day. Shadow’s kisses. Rene Good. Alex Pretti. Say their names. Sparks of Joy and Awe:\u00a0 Better Sleeping Kavannah: Simcha. Joy.\u00a0 I have such joy with my friends at CBE. Tarot: paused One brief shining: … Continue reading Feed the lev what it needs to prevail<\/span>