Recovery Mode

We have survived the Mongolian Death Flu and I am now able to take pen in hand and resume my duties. I find as usual it is not the physical symptoms that are so distressing, though this whatever it was, was rather nasty but the emotional furor that accompanies these miseries that we go through. When I was a young thing I would get sick, suffer the torments then get over it. That all changed in my mid thirties when I realized that the real distress was mental . It was if my mind was in control of me, not me it. No matter how my body was paining me my thoughts were the real torment. It has taken me a long time to figure this out, [ I can hear that slow learner comment, thank you very much !] Once I accepted the idea that most illness has an emotional origin [ I don't include karmic in with this ] it became clearer and clearer that our reaction to the stress in our lives, even happy stress is to sometimes fall ill and, in that state of mental torment that the illness brings with it is the clue to what fear we hold that needs to be healed. It is always a paradox to me and this one is that the more you look inward the clearer the outward view becomes. Of course being a slow learner I am not sure yet what the secret of this flu holds for me but I see now from writing this that the emotional component was not a big factor in this episode and perhaps I just needed a couple of days in bed with a roaring temperature to clear away a few physical cobwebs. So there we are. It is all a mystery!