The pain indicator which summoned the body’s cry for help by constantly flashing its emergency warning signal that the body was in a severe survival state to the point of barely hanging on is slowly and surely bowing out from duty after decades of service. It looks forward very much to retirement and it is with utmost pleasure that is applauds its successor-pain that signals me to continue attending, honouring and respecting the whole person as it is being restored, renewed and recharged.
Crystallized emotions and cells and enjoy deep massages, gentle touch and stimulation especially the soul-spirit connection kind that reminds one that s/he is never alone- kind of like the invisible touch contact. I suppose that is why I can relate even more innately with Omnipresence. Being ad lib to that kind of awareness is what this current status of pain is serenading me to continue aim for. I used to so want a God that I can see, touch, feel, taste and smell and a God with ears that I could grab with two hands and bring his head close enough so I could really scream a deafening scream that no one else would hear. Moreover a God with tongue, teeth and cheek who can talk to me and tell me how I am doing.
This kind of pain makes me moan with content as I continue to stay in tune with what I am feeling and, doing something, even a little something to assist the body’s to its point of optimal restore balance. I look forward to never having my body to sound its alarms like it used to before it got my undivided attention to move from ouch-ouch to yum-yum.
A simple ounce of proaction is by far, much better than the short-term effect of tonnes of painkillers and denial.
Crystallized emotions and cells and enjoy deep massages, gentle touch and stimulation especially the soul-spirit connection kind that reminds one that s/he is never alone- kind of like the invisible touch contact. I suppose that is why I can relate even more innately with Omnipresence. Being ad lib to that kind of awareness is what this current status of pain is serenading me to continue aim for. I used to so want a God that I can see, touch, feel, taste and smell and a God with ears that I could grab with two hands and bring his head close enough so I could really scream a deafening scream that no one else would hear. Moreover a God with tongue, teeth and cheek who can talk to me and tell me how I am doing.
This kind of pain makes me moan with content as I continue to stay in tune with what I am feeling and, doing something, even a little something to assist the body’s to its point of optimal restore balance. I look forward to never having my body to sound its alarms like it used to before it got my undivided attention to move from ouch-ouch to yum-yum.
A simple ounce of proaction is by far, much better than the short-term effect of tonnes of painkillers and denial.
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