Most of my life is uncertainty.
Nothing I do or don’t do assures that I will feel well or unwell. None of my health care practitioners claim to have the answers; many of the books I read claim to have contradicting ones.
Some of the medicines I take make some of my symptoms feel better. Sometimes I need other medicines to counteract their side effects.
I am a paradox when it comes to common sense health advice. My severe GI issues call for a low-fiber, soft-foods diet (bye-bye salad!) while fibromyalgia means that my exercise routine needs to be gentle and easy. When lupus or scleroderma tells my body I need rest, I need to rest.
The one thing I know that works 100% of the time with no side effects is love. In the presence of my family and friends, of nature, of God, of the stillness in my heart, of love, I am whole and healed.
I believe that the more time I can spend in that state of peaceful joy, the more my body will heal. In the weeks and months to come, I will seek opportunities to still my monkey-mind from its daily worries and concerns and to enter again and again, for longer and longer periods, communion with love.
I welcome suggestions for how you find love in your life and how you connect with your still, small voice of peace. And, of course, I’ll be sharing updates on my progress.
