So far, year 47 of my life is turning out to be very interesting.
And here, I use the word “interesting” in the way you might find it interesting to look at X-rays of your swollen, throbbing tooth right before the dentist yanks it out….or interesting like what you learn as you struggle to read your lab test results after the doctor extracts yet another sample of your precious bodily fluids.
In November of 2017, I began a healing journey that started with a diagnosis of an extremely underactive thyroid gland. Since that time, I have learned that my body has a mind, and a life, of its own.
This has often felt similar to discovering that the being I call “me” isn’t just one being, but is two beings. Or many beings.
Here is an example. A few days ago we snuck down to the beach for a quick break from it all. On the way home, I started to notice something very interesting indeed.
- My head was thinking about coffee and how much it would like to have some (on account of how, sadly, none had been offered thus far on that day).
- My tummy was thinking about dinner.
- My right sprained ankle was thinking about the large rectangular ice pack in our freezer at home.
- My left foot was pondering a warm epsom salts bath.
- My back was thinking about the chiropractor.
- My elbows and knees, hips and shoulders (as is par for the course these days) were thinking about pain pills.
- And the rest of me was meditating on the delights of having a nice warm shower.
And I wonder why sometimes I wake up feeling so scattered!
Not only does my body apparently have its own life, driven by genetics and environment and my past choices about how well (or not) I have cared for it, but it would seem my body has many lives going on all at once and parallel to the central awareness I call “my” life.
Each part of me wants and needs things. Sometimes – rarely – all the parts can manage to get on the same page for a moment or two, like when we all unanimously agreed going to the beach was an excellent idea.
But in most cases, each part keeps its own running tally about daily needs and whether they are being met, and if they are not being met, that part is responsible for issuing its own memo about the situation and sending it upstairs for processing.
For many years now, I have been aware of what a huge responsibility it truly is to take care of a human body. Not to mention the extra responsibility when you add in taking care of a human mind, a human heart and a human spirit.
It is like having a large, clamoring crowd that follows you around everywhere, and if you are falling down on the job, the crowd will even wake you up when you sleep (my bladder is particularly fond of doing this).
Today’s Takeaway: Do you feel like you do a pretty good job of taking care of the needs of each different aspect of “you?” Do you ever step back for a moment and just marvel at your own courage – for taking on the responsibility of caring for yourself, and – as applies to so many of us – taking care of others as well? WOW. Not bad. Not bad at all.