‘My Body and Me’ was going to be the name of my first book. . .. still may be, wait and see. The journey with my Body has been long and learning. . .she’s taken me places, I would not voluntarily have offered. I love her, I do, she’s just been a hard task master. . . ‘learning you want’ she says. . . ‘learning you’re getting’.
There must have been some wish before coming. . .to learn about the greatest of all creations, I obviously asked for it. . .’ask and it will be given’. But you know what it’s like, with this anaesthetized air on Earth, not long after we arrive. . . .we conveniently forget everything. On to a new planet, strangeness everywhere. . .all our focus is just on surviving. And the many calls for help. . .seem overwhelming. . .so many cries I hear, so much needs mending.
But you were told it would be hard, when you asked to come. . . you were told you would forget. . .but you just could not ever have imagined. . .what it would really be like.
Yes the Body is the only way I can exist on this planet. . .a Master Creation. . .surely unfathomable. . .but it has its quirks. . .it has its ways. . of communicating. . .when it’s not functioning as it needs to.
So back to the present. . .I can tell you a whole story of ‘before’, I will one day. . .when the Book’s finally done, and that will be only one. . .there will be more.
So my Body and me have been great companions. . . she’s needed extra care on my journey. It seems it was the cause of a Virus. . .a real nasty one at that. . .but who knows how it works and what we need to happen, to learn what we’ve asked.
I was only little. . .just 3 yrs old. . .my Mum was watching me from the kitchen window. . .I was playing in the small brick walled, inner city Sydney suburb, backyard. It was 1951 and families didn’t have a lot of money there. . but there was a community spirit that made up for any perceived losses.
Anyway Mum had eyesight like high-powered laser beams. . .the daughter of a Gypsy. . .her senses were extremely heightened. As she was ‘keeping an eye’ as she did her chores. . .she noticed my neck falling to the side. . .that’s all she needed. . .up I was and on the way to the Camperdown Children’s Hospital. . . .which then became my home for some time.
Next chapter tomorrow . . . . .. .
lotsa luv all
(recovering at home today. . .from a day of ‘struggling’ with my body. . . sigh. . . .you think I’d be used to it by now. . . . .but it always takes me by surprise. . .and I think I’m smart. . . . .!!!! xxx)