Haven

“What if she’s doing it wrong?” Cal guided the group toward a toasty seat by the fireplace. “I mean… she did pull that newsletter from the mailbox this morning. Can you believe even C is sending out newsletters these days?”

Urania raised her spotty eyebrows. “C didn’t send the newsletter — a competing healthcare provider did. Medicine and healthcare are now viewed as commodities like corn nuts, grape soda, and toilet paper. If one provider can convincingly market their service and care as superior … they might get more patients, and earn more moola for their non-profit.”

“My-my — Somebody is cynical this morning,” Thalia tsk-tsked. “Is that why the dog in our sketch looks grouchy?”

Calliope worried the elastic band on her face mask. “And there’s more she might be doing wrong! The negative thoughts, moody moods — What if she gave us cancer because she’s not positive enough? What if her negative energy made us sick — and is keeping her blood weak?”

“Poppycock!” Thalia drew looks of curiosity from Typist’s fellow baldies as she clicked her heels on the tiles leading to the restroom. “If thoughts made people sick — let’s just say that there are people who swim in negativity that don’t have C. And we don’t know yet if Typist’s blood is weak this week. Now who’s having negative thoughts?”

“We talked about this in Meandering Muses, didn’t we?” Nia asked. “We have no idea where thoughts and feelings actually come from, right? Our job is to experience them and not attach. If we focus only on butterflies and flowers, we discount many of life’s experiences? Observe, remember everything is temporary, live.”

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A word from Typist:

As well intentioned as the messages are, I’m feeling irritated by the popular postulations that if only we had more positive thoughts and overflowed with gratitude — all would be sunshine and roses.

Dark experiences happen in the lives of light people every day?

Everything in nature and history points toward light… and dark. Yin and Yang.

My haven and refuge is faith in divine wisdom… a mystery my brain is not capable of understanding. I choose to believe challenges and rough spots appear in our lives for learning and growth. Our work is to navigate our piece and to trust that something greater holds the world in its hands.

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This just in!!!

Urania’s cynicism did not derail us from today’s treatment. I have meaty (enough) blood to receive today’s infusion. 🎉