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How I Cured Morgellons
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11/23/2019 9:38:16 AM |
I’m taking a break from grading some annotated bibliographies that my sophomores completed for their research paper. It’s not fun grading, and it’s taking forever. So much for my Saturday. Anyway, it’s been a rather rough week, but Mel has gotten me through it. It has really helped that I have finally started keeping a SERIOUS log that includes when I take my supplements, the foods I eat (and reactions, if any), and my symptoms. I highlight information that I need to either research or ask Mel about. Without it this week, I would have been lost. I encourage everyone to keep a log. I should have kept one all along. Live and learn. This illness cycles, and I am in the middle of yet another one. It can be upsetting and frustrating, but it is part of the process, and I just have to persevere. I recently ran across this Stanley Kunitz poem and thought I’d share it with all of you. It spoke to me, especially in relation to my journey with this illness. Hopefully, it speaks to some of you. “The Layers” By Stanley Kunitz I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was , though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned camp-sites, over which scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings. Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections, and my tribe is scattered! How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses? In a rising wind the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, bitterly stings my face. Yet I turn, I turn, exulting somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go, and every stone on the road precious to me. In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: “Live in the layers, not on the litter.” Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes. Wow. I just read it again after I posted it, and it gave me chills. I keep all of you in my thoughts and prayers. Jamie | |||
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