The Healing Power
What a weekend! I agree, Chrissy: Woo.
But I feel better. Sleep is just as satisfying as I remembered it. Seven, count them, in a row, asleep the whole time, hours. And now I am more myself. Charged up somewhat by the latest meds (the steroids) but it's tolerable. I realized this morning that I should be exhausted, feeling sick and having just run from one thing to the next all weekend, but really it was mostly fun things. (Except for the funeral Saturday, but what can you expect; it sucks being...what's the word?...dead. Non-being. Every bad thing pales in comparison. So in response, every other experience glows even brighter with appreciative gratitude.)
The best part, the cure of all things, the good meds, is the joy and laughter of my family. I feel like the luckiest woman on the planet. I had a moment, one of those out-of-the-body, unstuck in time moments, in the Ark bathroom. Looking in the mirror while I washed my hands I saw this woman who I knew was me, but I thought: "50? How can that be? I'm not 50. " I felt myself so disassociated from age, the truism of age. I was alive in the experience of Ageless. Just me, as I always am. A being full of the experience of joy, of music, of love, of wisdom, of connection. And the accumulation of the years not weighing me down, but weightless, like more helium, lifting me: truly high.
And the answer to that question: Which would you rather feel, like a million bucks or free? Well I think I found my answer: Feel Everything.
But I feel better. Sleep is just as satisfying as I remembered it. Seven, count them, in a row, asleep the whole time, hours. And now I am more myself. Charged up somewhat by the latest meds (the steroids) but it's tolerable. I realized this morning that I should be exhausted, feeling sick and having just run from one thing to the next all weekend, but really it was mostly fun things. (Except for the funeral Saturday, but what can you expect; it sucks being...what's the word?...dead. Non-being. Every bad thing pales in comparison. So in response, every other experience glows even brighter with appreciative gratitude.)
The best part, the cure of all things, the good meds, is the joy and laughter of my family. I feel like the luckiest woman on the planet. I had a moment, one of those out-of-the-body, unstuck in time moments, in the Ark bathroom. Looking in the mirror while I washed my hands I saw this woman who I knew was me, but I thought: "50? How can that be? I'm not 50. " I felt myself so disassociated from age, the truism of age. I was alive in the experience of Ageless. Just me, as I always am. A being full of the experience of joy, of music, of love, of wisdom, of connection. And the accumulation of the years not weighing me down, but weightless, like more helium, lifting me: truly high.
And the answer to that question: Which would you rather feel, like a million bucks or free? Well I think I found my answer: Feel Everything.