Back at my Mom's

After a couple days in Mesa, I am back at my mom's house.  Dan is much more mobile and we are all hoping that after his doctor's appointment on Wednesday he will be cleared to drive and we can all return to our respective lives.

Ken returned to the park after surgery.  I worried about him so much I probably suffered a worse night than he did.  He now has a pin in his thumb but should be good as new.  He has a doctor's appointment on Thursday.

Paranoia continued to surround me so to ease my mind I visited a Minute Clinic to have my face assessed.  I was reassured that the face looks fine, that even though the glands still felt tender they were not swollen and to just give it a few more days.  I feel I can finally lay it to rest and trust it will not return.  What a ride!

It reminds me once again that life changes in an instant.

Back in Mesa

It is good to be back home, safe and secure within the sacred space of Minnie.  It feels peaceful, serene and comforting. 

I felt the need to do much clearing and cleaning.  I cleaned out the fridge, burned incense, liberally applied essential oils and sprayed sacred water throughout Minnie.  I brought out my charts and pendulum and spent time in the akashic field clearing and aligning.  I spoke to my friend Carolyn and with her help I was able to get some clarity and easily enter into a deep meditation for further assistance.  It is good to be reminded of the times upon us and the times ahead of us and to remember I am not alone.

I was looking forward to seeing Ken and Gloria and called them soon after arriving back in Mesa.  A few hours later Gloria called to say she was in the emergency room, Ken has accidentally cut off his thumb.   Last I heard he was in surgery and I have been taking their dog out for walks.  I don't want to bother them and have not called again, but I am concerned and want to know that everything is all right.

There have been too many visits to the hospital these past few weeks.

One of those Days

I am having an emotional day.  All I want to do is cry.  I am not sure where all these emotions are coming from, are they mine or is there something much bigger that is affecting me?

It has physically been a challenging week and my face has still not completely healed.  I miss my son.  I miss the life I was living before this infection invaded my life.   I am concerned that I have no workamping job for the summer and the emergency room bills look to be quite substantial.

I am trying to swim out from under these emotions, replacing fear with joy.  It is a choice, but sometimes takes more effort than other times. 

It is just one of those days.

Breath of Life

While in the throes of facial cellulitus, I gave over to my physical body.  I also allowed myself to contemplate what it would feel like to exit this earthly plane, to perhaps take advantage of this opportunity and release my human form.

I wondered what it would feel like, what would I miss, was there anything left undone or yet to experience.   Strangely, I felt no strong resistance to stay, or to go.  What did happen is that the Breath of Life came through in a powerful way.

I don't have words to describe my personal experience with the Breath of Life.  I don't know if it is god/goddess, Universe, Spirit, Star Dust.  The best I have ever been able to describe it is a cosmic orgasm, with the next step beyond that a return to the Breath that gave us life.  It came into my life one day, unbidden and unexpected, opened all my chakras, and pulsed me into an expansive state.  It was a feeling of total ecstasy that is beyond description and its presence has never left.  I ask for this presence whenever I feel the need for it or when I bring my touch during a cranial session.

I was only semi-conscious when it came through the other night.  It felt as if Merlin filled my entire body, swooshing through the halls of my inner chambers, tossing out all the darkness and filling the corridors with Light.

I knew the decision had been made and I was going to stay.

I've Seen Better Days

The infectious war on my face seems to have ended and the battlefield is slowly returning to normal.  I am pleased that it looks like there will be no permanent scarring and a good facial should get it back to its previous condition.  Whew, what a ride.

While helping Dan into bed I cracked something in my back so it is still a bit sore on the left side.  I find comfort from heat, correct position and ibuprophen but it is just one more physical discomfort to deal with.  The pills continue to wreck havoc with my stomach and bowels.  Let's just say I have seen better days:).

My mom and I did get out yesterday and went to the nail salon.  I had the pleasure of a manicure by the same woman who gave me a pedicure last time I was in town.   I think the last time I had a manicure was almost 40 years ago so it was a rare treat and I spend lots of time admiring my nails.

The woman having her nails done in the chair next to me had facial cellulitus two months ago.  For something I had never heard of before last week, there sure seem to be lots of people who have had cellulitus in one form or another. 

How bizarre, how bizarre.

Dan the Man

Just released from the hospital today, and he is moving faster than me:).  Can't keep a good man down.

'Nother Day

New day and my face very slowly continues to improve.

Dan is home from the hospital so now everybody is back under one roof.

Time for a nap.