Of muck and mystery…
“Hmmm…” Nia dried Typist’s brushes. Handles clinked against the glass jar’s bottom as they fell into place. “I don’t think the Louvre will be requesting this one any time soon. Monet might be rolling in his grave.”
Thalia exercised her abs with silent laughter. “Perhaps landscapes are not Typist’s forte?”
Ignoring her friend’s banter about Paintist’s morning practice, Calliope reported findings from her online search. “When I keyed in… All dis-ease begins in the mind… the top search result came back as… All disease begins in the gut — attributed to Hippocrates. I could swear some Eastern sage said all dis-ease begins in the mind.”
“Who ever thought blaming the sick person was a good idea?” Thalia tied a scarf-knot at the nape of Typist’s neck and gave her a gentle shoulder squeeze. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered into Typist’s ear. “It’s not because you… errr, we, ate too much ice cream.”
“Nor is it because you didn’t meditate enough,” said Nia. “You are not out of balance. You are one of the most balanced humans we have ever known!"
“People like to have a reason to point at? They think if they know the why,” said Cal, “… then they believe they can avoid the same fate. Remember what the oncologist said? Dumb luck.”
Thalia continued to speak softly with her hands on Typist’s back. “Here’s what I think. We are strong. Dis-ease has come to us as a teacher, not a punishment. The challenges we face are preparing us for whatever is next. Don’t let those blame games into our head, okay? Stay present.”
“Pope Francis,” Cal nodded. “Rather than a problem to be solved, the world is a joyful mystery to be contemplated with gladness and praise. Yup! Let’s look for the collateral beauty and keep going.”
A word from Typist:
Still feeling pretty great, although chemo is starting to raise heck with the membranes in my nose and mouth.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the stories I allow into my awareness and the beliefs I entertain. For goodness sake, I just published a book titled Flourishing Fictions: Possibilities from A to Z!
Is it possible that we are asked to move through challenges as part of our evolution?
Not all storms come to disrupt your life, some come to clear your path.