A foggy foggy day...

It’s a foggy foggy Day here in the Temple on the Hill. I find it somewhat comforting. The vantage point from my bed is of this huge grove of trees, and then poking out of the top it the Sutra tower on Twin Peaks.

Right now I feel good. Mostly I have been having trouble with not being able to keep my food down. Yuck. No fun at all. That makes me feel sad because I really do want to eat.

So I am sipping my soup and thought I’ll write and perhaps feel the connection to all of you…maybe that will help.

I’m told by next Monday, my counts will start coming up and they will be able to go to battle with this cold and my mouth sores and I will begin to feel stronger.

I am resigned to the fact that I am secluded to my room. I’ve gotten use to it, actually. My four walls are adorned with all the things that are healing to me. My friends' children made butterflies and they are soaring about me. This room is protecting me and making it easier to allow this process.

I’ll say it again...yikes, this has been tough. But it has taught me even more about dropping into the body and staying there. I welcome the shots everyday because I know they will help the counts to come up, I ask for Meds to ease my cough....I’m using the nurses call button without feeling like I am bugging them too much.

And the crying has been bittersweet you know. What a relief to just cry and be upset and be disappointed. It purifies my heart and almost relaxes me somehow.

Today so far is a good day. I’m moving slow and steady. I have a smile on my face. I’m looking forward to my shot today. My mom will hang up some more butterflies. And maybe today will be the day I manage to hold down the 4 bites of soup I had. It’s the simple things in life that are the most precious.

I hope that the simple things in your life and acknowledging you as you are acknowledging them.

Big Prayers
Big Love
Big Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs

Namaste
Victoria