Thresholds

"PASSAGE", 5' x 5',  1990, m/m

"PASSAGE", 5' x 5', 1990, m/m

I’m back from my meanderings amongst the steely white Colorado peaks.

The 14,000 foot granite backdrops to the metropolis of Colorado Springs were ever-present reminders that Nature is STILL bigger than us no matter how hard we try to out-do her.

I was struck by the homogeneous palette that seemed to be used by both the architects and city planners.

When did we get so afraid to step off the assembly line of life?

But I digress…

The purpose for my visit was to see a physicist.

At this point in the process of sharing living quarters with what has become a very unwelcome guest in my body, I am hard-pressed to trust anyone or anything more than my intuition and the realities of undeniable results gleaned from treatments I am called to work with.

That is a long sentence but a very important one.

In Colorado I got undeniable results.

The world of MS is shadowy at best; steeped in ‘maybes’ and ‘probably’ and ‘there’s just nothing we can do to help you’.

Each person affected by physical illness has their own road.

I am finding that upon return from my trip, I am not ready or able to bring the experience up to the kind of consciousness it takes to share it with anyone.

I am going to take my time to gestate in the waters of new information and new physical realities and just be soft and respectful of myself until I get the inner go ahead.

As we all know, change is the only constant and instead of ripping through the web of protection and going after the comfort of shared experience, I will wait.

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One Response to “Thresholds”

  1. Bibliotekaren on November 13th, 2009

    You’ve been missed.

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