Physically, this is a perfect storm day for me. My spinal cord and autoimmune disease are merging into my version of a category one hurricane. I predict it will not become a category five.
After 40 years, my forecasts are fairly reliable.
How I engage this powerful energy determines the life of the storm. There is no destroying chronic illness but there are ways to extract its energy.
My immune system is stuck in on–fight mode–so infections are rare but joint pain, fatigue, and anemia are chronic. Spinal cord disease affects my limbs.
Together, they have taught me to appreciate the daily doses of energy available.
As they are teachers, they require attendance and attention. Always, there are daily lessons. No day begins without meditation, the mind-body’s way of becoming completely present both within and outside the body.
I practice mindfulness meditation–“sitting” with sensations—immersing myself in their rising and detaching as they subside. I do not meditate to escape.
A gentle yoga practice works with the signals my body sends, in particular pain. Meditation strips away the fear and anxiety surrounding pain, leaving pure energy; in yoga, the breath softens the signals into a solitary, vibrant flow.
Both meditation and yoga open me to the experience that is this day and this day alone. Tomorrow is, well…tomorrow. What they have in common is love, the energy that animates our being.
The only meaningful thing we can offer one another is love.
Not advice, not questions about our choices,
not suggestions for the future, just love.
Glennon Doyle Melton
I know that life is impermanent; I suspect love is invincible.