There have been daily bouts of nausea that have sent me reeling this week-
I thought the worst would be over by now, but it would seem
that there is a storm before the calm.
For nearly six weeks I've put things on hold, lamented, and ached for the day that any food at all would appeal to me.
I've learned that potatoes and noodles seem to be what's best: carbohydrates that fill me up for long enough to get some relief, that let me sleep through the night.
I've worked some, I've slept lots, I've watched so very many movies on Netflix
and yet I've resisted somehow; resisted what simply IS.
Somehow in the last few days a gorgeous surrender has fallen over my body and mind
like a warm wave, allowing me to be in this experience
with no rush to leave, no matter what the discomfort
Even more so than when I feel grrrrrreat(!!!), my work of late has been a rich sort of prayer I get to breathe through.
Focusing on the filing, sawing, fitting hammering and cutting
of both leather and metals
has been a very solid saving grace.
Singing along with Kenny Chesney and George Strait on the radio
has afforded me the ability to breathe deeper,
relieving me a bit of this choppy sea.
I heed the warnings that it's time to stop, to slow down and read
or sleep or call my Mom
Seeing an encouraging bit of a bump on my belly also tells me that the tremendous work I am doing inside is also progressing: what a feeling.
This guy certainly helps, too ;)