Ironically, it was illness that introduced me to my unencumbered spirit. At the worst of my rheumatoid arthritis, with my body hurting everywhere and experiencing the fear of not knowing why I was in so much pain, I met the part of me that is resilient, well and whole. That was in 1996.
Years later, I still have days when I forget. The lure of circumstance can enchant my thinking into believing that IT is the truth.
Yesterday the Bay Area entered pre-storm barometric pressure, and my body reminded me of those early days, when a bad day or even a bad moment could deceive me into thinking it would always be this way, or that it wasn’t possible to be in good spirits when in pain. Fortunately, I am no longer able to fool myself for long.
This morning I’m taking care of my physical needs, curled up on the couch with a comforter and a heating pad, but I’m also laughing at the TV, and sorting through recent photos from hikes I’ve taken, looking for likely contest entries. It’s a very good day!