Coughing My Way To Enlightenment
I’m sure that’s it.
That must be what I’m doing — coughing my way to enlightenment.
Although I’m much better since the writing of this, thanks to the wonders of colloidal silver (using a nasal spray bottle), in the throes of the worst of it, I wrote just for a little comic relief — like if “life is rigged in my favor” as Rumi says, how could straying from my usual healthy state possibly be a good thing?
Below are a dozen reasons to show …
Why Enlightenment Is Just Around The Corner for Mwah!
- I speak less. While it’s true (twooo, so twoooo) that I can hardly speak without coughing — still, the fact that I”m silent more often means that I’m practically a monk.
- I live in robes, the outfit of the spiritual leader.
- I pray more. (Pleeeeease let my chest, my throat relax now… right now… in this blessed moment. Thank you. Amen.)
- I am baptized daily, submerged in the warm waters of renewal, with salt from the Dead Sea of Epsom. My bathtub is my new best friend.
- For about a day, my teeth hurt so I used my jaw less — to talk or eat. Hey, abstinence and sacrifice and all that! Doesn’t that count?
- I sing in my head, not out loud. I must be really evolved.
- I have afternoon tea. I am a lady of luxury. I have time for tea while doing nothing except look out my beautiful window. Well, I do hold the hot tea mug to my chest. That IS doing something. But go ahead. Compare your busy schedule to THAT. ( Wait. Comparing is not very spiritual, now is it? But I digress…)
- I close my eyes more often. (Sure they hurt. Sure they sting. Sure they are red and itchy. But who’s looking? No one. Except the dog.) So, visually speaking, I AM without a doubt the picture of peace, yes?
- I have visited the river of sorrow (yep, one day it was that bad) to wash myself clean of all that I no longer need. Like mucous.
- I’ve been taken to my knees more than once this past week. By coughing.
- I’m meditating more. I’m learning to concentrate on my breathing or listen to the grandfather clock ticking. It seems easier to keep the word noise of my mind down a bit. Before you know it, I’ll be an expert meditator. All because of coughing.
- I’m resting more. I maketh myself to lie down in green pastures. Actually, I just lie down. Surely that qualifies. :–)
You have a fabulous week out there, OK?
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