A view of the composter, fence, and garden outside our window. The little white box is our beehive that we are going to need to add another level to soon.
checks I come
flex to go and
figure - the sinew
in my right leg and itchy
left foot come together
to make a mute point
in my swollen and
inflamed sinuses and
right nostril that is
slowly squelching oxygen
from reaching the
right side of my
head -THAT I CAN
FEEL is something left
to be said.
I wrote this some time ago when I was feeling these symptoms, attempting to understand what was happening to me, and trying to highlight what, of these symptoms, I was glad to have. That I could feel them was a great comfort because, atleast, I wasn't unaware as I'm so afraid of being when I get older. I'm not sure if that means that the older I get, the less I will feel, but I can see that awareness is connected to feeling. I can also see that connection being interrupted by all sorts of possible causes.
What has been unfolding, both before and after writing this, was a great lesson. It showed me what fruits are good for respiratory problems, what's good for itchy feet, what is helpful for sinews under a lot of stress and tension, and finally how to keep that blood pumping to my brain. In short-cantalopue, pears, sumac & birch leaves, coffee is not something 'for intake', and, for God's sake, the tobacco road is a driveway that you don't ever have to take before the great walk down the spirit road.
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