I am very weary lately.
My body has been behaving badly. That always makes me weary. Chronic illness never lets you forget you cannot reach what you cannot find. It is a lonely place where the one who is ill is often invisible or good at pretending everything is fine. However…
I have autoimmune disease. As I age, I get more because my immune system is not doing what it was designed to do.
HEAL the body!
Frida Kahlo once said she painted her pain upon her body casts because she had to. I understand.
As time went on to it’s inevitable destination, she said she did not need feet as she had wings to fly.
Fly she did…
A new immune disorder has emerged with me this past few years.
The diagnosis explains much of what has plagued me for decades.
Mast Cell Activation Disorder.
Life goes on,
la dee dah…
I must share One lovely discovery several days ago.
I had seen a little hummer nest in my olive tree. She had laid three tiny eggs. I have no idea how this little being could sustain herself so well with the pouring rains, frightening winds and swaying branches! But her nest has held tightly and with my binoculars I spy two tiny hummies, peaks pointed upwards.. I put a feeder just close enough to give her a bit of what she needed. And fingers crossed, I think they will make it. It is an omen.
I look forward to my favorite season when my roses bloom and I can sit in the blessed sunlight, visualizing its healing warmth bringing New for yet another season.
In order to make progress, there is only NATURE,
and the eye is turned through contact with her.