It rained a tiny bit in the early pre-dawn hours and has been spitting little spells of passing currents throughout the morning. Grey clouds hover over The Miami Valley and radar shows several heavy, extended bands of showers preparing to pass through.
My body is educating me in new designs that are altering my day. After speaking on Zoom with my England son each morning, I feed the dogs at 8:00 AM, open the back door, and fall back into bed until Noon, rising only for bathroom breaks. It’s not a restless sleep, either, but a deep solid sleep. In the recent past I have noted my body reacting to weather conditions, much like my sinuses before the rain and I am seeing that they tend to go hand in hand. Since last Wednesday when we had a front move through, followed by different weather pressures, the body has behaved with fatigue and sinus pressure and drainage. Teaching, going out to dine, and going to a band contest were fine and I found myself alert, but once the daily plate was cleaned, the body gave in.
While this and some of the other symptoms can be frustrating, I do find great interest and joy in being able to continually learn about my body and how it now operates in its new setting. I also realized this morning that if Mother was still with us, I would probably not find the freedom in sharing as much, if anything, as I have done. I am grateful my system’s collapse was after her passing as she would have been in fierce knots of unceasing worry and trying to investigate each written line in suspect of me hiding something from her. I do find it freeing that I am able to deal with MS and not weighing her with a mother’s concern as I would have been doubly concerned with its affects on her.
In my Google Alerts, the obituary of my former studio-mom’s grandfather appeared. It was a beautiful and tender expression of the good man who was a terrific example of being of service to others – something that is quite identified with his succession of generations. What stood out was the fact that he graduated from high school in 1945 and after joining the army, was stationed in post-war Japan. Can you imagine being a teenager, being sent half-way around the world to temporarily live in a country that your own country as just conquered in war? Oh, my brain swirls to imagine all that he witnessed and experienced.
It’s time to shower and prepare for teaching until 11:30 PM. Then, it’s one more day of teaching and four days. It’s already been a day of realization and inspiration. Now, onward with the day.
Photographs of post-war Japan.