The Gratitude Pool

Who would have thought a full night’s sleep would rate so high on the Richter scale of things most cherished?

Not getting up once to have to pee or rub analgesics on or take a pain pill; wow!

Feeling comfortable in any sleep position without body parts grouching or complaining or keeping zzz’s away until you black out from sheer fatigue: double wow!

Talk about your natural highs; without cliff hanging in any way whatsoever!

And this comes my way after a day of intense spine and neck pain to the point of nausea, after a morning acupuncture session, afternoon grocery shopping and forgetting to eat all day.

I am the most surprised woman on the planet and happily so.

I thank the Angels, Master Healers of the Universe, ancestors and loved ones crossed over and God for any and all help in giving me this most luxurious gift…a full night’s restfull-and I do mean full-sleep.

How sweet it is to stretch in the morning with ease; to feel the softness of sheets and the comfort of bed and pillow; to love my body’s elasticity.

What awe to find that the clock announces 9:30AM instead of 3, 4, 5 and 6AM after gettinginto bed at midnight.

I am so thankful that shift happens!

The Gratitude Pool

More than time to dip the toe in the pool of gratitude.

I’m so grateful to write online again after 4 months of not being physically able. I’m grateful for rest and replenishment and grateful to have become more acutely aware of the need for balance in the expenditure of that precious commodity-my energy.

I’m grateful for oxygen getting to my brain and brightening my senses and for every physical ability this amazing thing called a body can do—especially healing itself…if only I give it the honor of resting time in which to complete its resetting and restructuring in ways better than I can imagine.

I’m grateful to know also that, no matter what anyone else thinks, I am just perfect wherever I am in the process of healing. There is no “too slow” or “too fast.” There is only perfection in each moment and the less I struggle against what is, the better I go…(or not).

In Light and Love,

Florence

Quote For The Day

"We are healed of a suffering only by expressing it to the full."
Marcel Proust, novelist (1871-1922)

The Gratitude Pool: Ode To Health Helpers

by Florence Ondré

I'm grateful for homeopathic medicine and herbal remedies and all those who put the time into making these goodies for us all to have better health on a daily basis.

It's been the flu achoo show here and these little pez dispensers from the health food store ameliorated the worst symptoms of that drama.

The alternative to cough syrup with alcohol and whoppingingly expensive prescriptions drugs that send you over the moon with side effects is a gentler way to get through the whole change of season mess.

Now don't get me wrong, when I'm feeling crappy, there's nothing more than a nice trip over any moon. I'd rather be anywhere but actually consciously in the flu zone.

"Take me out!" my brain tells my body. "Drugs...yeah, that's what I need. Get me out of this achey pain and away from its friends, attractive nasal drip and assorted other grimey activities that make you promise God, and whoever is up there, your first born or whatever else it'll take to seal the heal; negotiate giving up any bad habit and three of your best friends for a quick cure; and beg on bended knee to enter the witness protection program or, better yet, shed your Earthsuit permanenty.

Yeah, that's a real head trip and it stays exactly there for me... inside my cranium, swollen with aliens; little germs gathering like Lord Of The Rings, underground armies, rattling their head aching sabers and scraping my ear canals raw with their arrgghh shrieking.

Then somewhere in the cacaphony, a blessed being of calm gives respite. A ray of light, coherence, creeps into the forefront of inner riot and, in whispers, reminds me of these magic words to win this siege....

"Drink lots of water, keep up your vitamins, take your homeopathics and rest."

My 'I-could-have-had-a V-eight' moment passes quickly into a hallelujah chorus of comprehension. I head toward the medicine chest, grab my little, magic vials, tylenol for the fever and a tall glass of agua and head to my pallet of pillows and soft sheets.

For three days, I'm burrowed under comforters as I allow the healing to take it's natural course....in a gentler more flexible way and time.

Thanks people who helped make the journey easier. I may never meet you, yet I am grateful for your artisty in the field of complementary medicine. You make my life and that of others more healthfull .