Day Eight: Streams of Light
- Sep 9, 2024
- 2 min read
Updated: Sep 13, 2024
All day, light pours into my rehab room. Streams of energy. Human caregivers of every color and shape bear their gifts of healing.
Rose
who brings my breakfast and listens to owls.
Ananda
who just arrived from Nepal, my sweet Nepalese housekeeper swaying with my sitar music, shaking her head side-to-side in agreement.
A Nurse
gratefully resting her weary bones for a few stolen moments in my chair - she’s working a 24-hour shift.
Sadiqqa
with astonishing canary-gold nail extensions, crystals adorning every talon, brightens her care as she passes pills.
Amita
gently rubbing my back as shower water streams heat into my traumatized bones.
Seamus
who inspires my body to move more than she wants. Helps me hop up three stairs and down - today’s physical accomplishment!
And flowers – so many of them. Masses of them, pouring in from loved ones, until I need to say no more! Lily fireworks and sunflowers faces radiate Mother Nature’s creativity, especially when bathed in the silence of morning radiance. I forget my incapacity while flowing with the blood of red roses, wild achillea, and sweet summer posies that hold me blissful and contented. Reveling especially in the sprays of zinnia and dahlia, blooms of the late season, preciously tended beings seeded, watered and cut down to be carried to me from gardens tended with love. I am heart-touched by the fleeting yet magical energy of dahlias, one of my favorites, brought by precious daughters-in-love. Tears of gratitude flow as I re-experience their love embedded in their colorful bouquets.
We are living connected sacred beings, doing our thing in the world, just like every other living being. Sunflowers find the sun; they know their place. Bones know their place and shout when troubled. Spirit flows as they join bone-to-bone, joint-to-joint in a multi-cellular collection of differences.
Our ecosystem is alive every second, pulsing with streams of Light energy.
How long before each of us will turn to the heart of Being and know our intricate, precious place of Belonging?
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