Whatever afflicted me in Vietnam still lingers. It’s been hard to write, do much. I’ve had to rest frequently, converse little, socialise even less, do things in very small steps. Listen to my body, rather than pushing it to do this, do that.
Perhaps I could remind myself: under new management!
In the past I’d get very annoyed, as if life, my body, should fall into line at my command. Even if at times I dressed that command in soothing, spiritually minded language.
This time, while chronic tiredness is nothing new to my life, I’ve listened differently. I’ve realised that despite the deep love my wife and I share, that I’ve been closed to her suggestions before of rest, take it easier on yourself, do more of what you like not what you think you should like.
And I’ve listened to my body more, this time without the expectation of having to have it be fixed, to get anywhere other than to listen and see what emerges.
It’s made me think today of the pathways of and in the body, the inner terrain, the shadows and pockets of energy, the blockages and lines of communication, to let images come to me rather than actively seeking them.
I love working with imagery; it’s an essential part of my job, too, as a clairvoyant, and,gl, as a poet. But again, this is nothing new.
What’s different is that it is occurring within a different context, a different way of being.
As my wife says, be gentle with yourself. I want you around for another thirty years.
Now that’s a pathway I’d like to walk!