i got sick in
Alaska
a good solid three days deep
into our trip.
fever racked my body,
ice cold chills
sending needles into
my tired achy bones.
i could not regulate
my body temperature
and my limbs and temples
howled in pain.
and yet.
even here,
there were gifts to be found.
there always is.
jeanne prepared the bath,
sprinkling it with rich cleansing
fragrance of
calming lavender
and helpful healing
eucyalptus.
the girls, becoming nurses
doting over me like
hearty hens
tending and caring for me.
they demanded my rest,
lindsey in her mother tone
in a way-
giving me much needed
permission
to find room to heal
removing expectation off me-
we were in Alaska after all-
but my wise women tribe
gently pushed me towards
bed, sleep, and rest.
chelsea tucked me in
squeezing my leg in affection
letting me know
she was only a shout away,
her hands took time to
rub my throbbing temples
erasing the knots in my back as well..
they filled me with
rich mineral filled
bone broth
letting me sit in the
heat of vehicle
while they ventured into the belly
of a fishing ship.
i missed out a little,
but i really didn't feel
too badly
because one,
they never made me feel like i did,
and two,
for all that i was
cared for and treated
with such
attentive tenderness,
the sickness came with gifts
the service,
a blessing undeserved.
i want to continue to
train my heart
to always always find the
gifts
in
everything.
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