Bronchitis lingers, I'm told. Grrrr. I no longer feel like there's an elephant sitting on my chest, but I still don't have my normal get up and go. It got up and went. My breathing is still shallow and I tire easily. I'm tired of feeling tired.
Being sick is like a time-out from life. Laundry languishes in the laundry basket. Groceries stay in the supermarket. Dust gathers on the furniture. Words build up inside my soul. Even though hubby takes care of the routine stuff, I begin to feel disconnected - from everything and everyone.
Maybe that's the purpose of being sick. It's like a battery going dead. It needs to recharge. Maybe my battery is taking a little longer to re-charge this time. System alert--pay attention here. Keep your eye on the charger - is it working properly or is it stuck at 80%?
If I look at this metaphysically, I can accept more easily accept what is happening. Slowing down can be a good thing. Today I am going to make a point of consciously reducing my speed. Long, slow, deep breaths, smaller steps, pausing to stop and think.
How about you?
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Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here on Monday and Tuesday. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair.
"ONLY ONE THING IS MORE FRIGHTENING THAN SPEAKING YOUR TRUTH, AND THAT IS NOT SPEAKING IT." Naomi Wolf
"We are called human beings, not human doings."
Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
"The way to do is to be."