This past week hasn't been good for the arthritis or the fibromyalgia and it hurts to sleep and I've been sleeping a lot. In my dreams I was diagnosed as having this physical pain because my spirit is seeking to be free from my body. The body is too heavy without the bouyancy of the spirit, therefore I have pain. So that diagnosis came out of a dream and when you weigh it against what the medical professionals have told me, it makes better sense.
Today, I heard through the grapevine that my love is going home. The hole to my soul just got wider as I typed this. There are two types of breath, one belonging to the body, one to the spirit. My spirit is leaking. It's leaking. I wonder if a year from now there will be anything left to me or will I merely be a slab of flesh.
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