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January 03, 2004

Unclogging the passages

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I just lost a whole big entry. Adorable message from Gabor Mate's daughter , retrieved in the process. So it was worth it.

As is plain to see, my thinking came to an abrupt end sometime last week. Because thinking is an entirely new activity for me, when it stops, I assume everything is as it should be. I have never even had to ask the question, "What happened to my thoughts?" because I never had any. However, I have been doing something here for a couple of months, and I can't seem to do it anymore. The good news is that I don't feel like giving it up.

I should also mention, on a somatic level, I have been sooo stuffy, unable to breathe. One would think it was the height of the allergy season. Just to show that synchronicity is not squeamish, Judy Forman wrote a column this week about Nasal Lavage, a new health and beauty practice to incorporate into your daily routine, like toothbrushing. I knew the universe meant this for me. Besides, I haven't added a daily routine in weeks. So I hopped right on the Net and ordered myself a "device". This one is a squeegy, but there are some that are electronic.

Yesterday I spent my entire shamanic session coughing and gagging. (I do so hate this when it happens. There are sounds and sensations coming out of my body that I know do not belong to me. Not in a bad way either. I definitely feel a presence trying to push through. However, it's exhausting, and I was having a dinner party right afterwards, just to give you an indication of how far I have strayed from the path. I have spared you the photos of the event.) Now my assignment, should I chose to accept it, is to figure out what happened to create this squash of my newly sprouting creative process, this boulder on the spiritual path. these globs of phlegm in my nasal passages (Sorry, but it's not pretty).

Denoument: Lookie lookie, I wrote a few paragraphs! Let me see if I can find a picture.

Posted by Dakota at January 3, 2004 06:54 AM