Unique Times

Good Monday Morning to you!

I hope you had a great weekend and found moments of respite.
This is going to be long so skip to my poetry or movie review if you would like below.

When I wrote my TBR Ducks in a Row (in case you missed it), for Diana’s challenge you know I was feeling under the weather from the booster. I almost didn’t add that since it literally happened after I wrote my poem and right before I hit send.

Plus, I don’t know about you, but I don’t like to share things where it takes the focus off what I’m truly wanting to share vs what I’m experiencing when I’m in the midst of going through it, since the point of my story risks being missed.

In this case, I want you to know I truly appreciate knowing you not only sincerely liked my poem but you truly cared about me. I actually get a little tender hearted saying those words. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, it means a lot since NO ONE but my husband knew and a couple of friends and clients who checked in to see how my reaction was this time, so it was nice to commiserate with you all.

You see, I work with a lot of people of all ages and in days gone by, I’ve worked with people even when they were sick to help clear dis-ease and clear blockages when I’m doing my energy work, sound healing or Craniosacral work with them. Bodies know how to heal and I simply act as a conduit to let the body come back into homeostasis.

My immune function is always strong because of the natural antibodies I’ve built up from being around people and when I get sick. I only get sick about o every 5 years or so and I don’t talk about it when I do. I’ve learned that the power of suggestion, creates worry in people and the mind is powerful and can actually manifest illness or whatever the case is, into fruition.

I had no reaction to my first vaccine but the second one was a bear. And I’ve gotten the flu in between that as well. I struggled for 3-4 weeks after the my second shot with a fever, headache and body aches. To be honest, my breathing has never been the same since Covid started 2 years ago, It’s something I can’t quite explain other than a feeling that my heart is slowing down at times or I can’t catch my breath. I still wonder if I had Covid like so many others, and didn’t know it.

I do my best eating a balanced clean diet, exercise, stay hydrated, meditate, do yoga etc and my vitals are off the charts in a good way. Whenever I have have concerns, my doctor assures me that I have incredible vitals with the lowest heart rate, blood pressure and cholesterol and says you’re never going to die of a heart attack. Of course I’ll die of something, we all will, but hopefully not for a long time. The one thing I developed was Pregnancy Induced Asthma which happens to 1 percent of the population and that was terrifying. It could have to do with the second hand smoke from my mother being a chain smoker growing up but a subject for another time. And I’m not blaming you mom so relax, but I am beyond thrilled you quit upon our intervention 🤗.

At any rate, the booster shot hit me a little later than usual so I thought maybe I was out of the woods, but that night it hit me like a ton of bricks. So much for finishing Diana’s book or reading on the blog and never mind a Fun Fri-Yay! I was out for the count with a fever, headache and could barely walk for fear that my back or my hips would go out ,which threatened every time I tried to move. It seems it attached my areas of least resistance which is what the body does at those times. Let’s just say I was miserable.

On Friday or Saturday, I can’t remember which I Twittered:

Writhing in pain

 she ran for undercover,

 trying to find shelter.  

Exposed, raw,  aching, 

tossing and turning, 

drenched in sweat 

there was only one thing to do, 

let it run its course. 

The beast that took so many 

was knocking at her door. 

Ok, so while it seems dramatic, that’s how I was feeling at the time and I’m glad I didn’t take to the bridge. My mother accuses me of having a bit of a dramatic flare. She claims my fame came when the nurses would bundle me up with my dark head of hair in a swirl and bring me to her saying “here is your beautiful Little Audrey Hepburn.”

When I finally talked to my mom yesterday when I turned a corner, she said “why didn’t you call me” and proceeded to tell me she would bring over her set of tuning forks and give me a treatment, to read my book on water, not to forget to read my daily word, use my tuning forks for my pain, read Joe Dispensa’s book for a healing meditation, drink my immune blend etc. While well intended, I don’t know about you, but the last thing I want when I’m down for the count, is someone barking good ideas at me. I just need to go undercover.

The one thing I did do which I rarely do, was watch a movie called Borrego on Saturday night starring Lucy Hale and Nick Gonzalez. While I’m not a fan of suspense, violence and thrillers, I’m a fan Nick Gonzalez who starred in The Good Doctor which I love, and Lucy Hale, who never disappoints. Besides being an amazing actor, Nick is a devoted husband and incredible father with his head on straight with good values. He also happens to be my friends son in law and she rates him as a 10 which is the highest praise in the book if you ask me.

My husband loves these kinds of movies but found it slow moving and not realistic as I heard him snoring more than a few times. The reviews are mediocre but I found the scenes beautiful and suspenseful with some tender moments of reality shared and their message that drugs ruin lives, was well delivered. The best review being most descriptive was by Roger Ebert ,although he only gave it a 2. Any “beat em up, kill em up” movie that keeps me awake and my interest has my hand up with a high 5.

The bonus was I woke to a poem inspired by their movie and my feeling better that I’ll Twitter today to redeem myself and let people know I didn’t go off the deep end. 🤣 I can laugh again now, which feels good.

I shouldered the burden

with an insatiable thirst  

hoping beyond hope 

to find respite 

amongst sand and gravel. 

I fall to slumber 

and awake 

to a bright yellow flower 

that pushed 

through the earth. 

Happy days are here again! 

There’s a trailer below if you care to watch.

The good news is I’m moving today, slow as it may be with a late post, but the body is resilient. The sun is shining and I’m feeling grateful for that. My sweet mom stopped in and delivered my her homemade butternut soup which is the best medicine ever. Thanks mom. The bonus was I got to go on a small walk up our road at a snail’s pace with her which was all I could do. We had to stop many times since it was so taxing for her and her balance was really compromised from a recent injury, so I gave her some exercises to do everyday before she left. The universe truly does deliver the messages we need to receive with obstacles in our path so we can gain insight.

Thanks for visiting and have a beautiful day and stay blessed.

💖

Cindy