Six weeks ago today I had major surgery, and this morning, I finally went out on a nice hike with Simba and spouse. Ah, it felt so good to be out in the hills.
To make the body strong is so key in life, but sometimes we have no choice, and illness slows us down, stops us in our tracks even. And I am learning to value even this fallow time.
I had six weeks to regroup, recharge, read a lot, sleep tons, think about what I really need to focus on, and how to set up my days to achieve what I want.
I don't need coaching to know what my goals are -- to make my art and use it to share healing.
It took me a long time to know that clearly.
and maybe some illness.
The down time showed me so many things, and refocused me in a wonderful way. I don't think we choose illness, but when it comes, if we can listen to the message, we can emerge healthier and stronger and clearer in Spirit, and our bodies, hopefully also, learn how to heal and be healthier.
New patterns and new habits can be made, the chaff blows away.
I know that art heals.
I know that spending my life helping others see this is my calling.
and I might not have known that so clearly if I had not just spent 6 weeks unable to do anything but sleep and heal.
I am learning to accept whatever is IS what should be, do my best to stay on the path, allow Spirit to do Her work in whatever way She comes, to listen and know all shall be well.
"Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country." --Anais Nin