76 Years Done
This will be the last blog I publish in my 76th year of life. It has been a year of mental, emotional, and physical challenges. Most of these have been a result of living with this ongoing covid pandemic. It looked as though we were going to emerge from the worst of it when variants began to manifest. Not as deadly but an added threat to be sure. No vaccines provide 100% protection so even those fully vaccinated are vulnerable. Even so, the vast majority of those requiring hospitalization have been the non-vaccinated.
This issue of getting vaccinated or not is a source of mental and emotional challenge for me, unless a person has medical issues that make vaccination unwise of course. When something is as widespread and deadly as Covid has been, why would any one risk it? When a person can contribute to more widespread immunity, why would any one refuse to do so? Would we be in a much better place nation-wide, as far as immunity and freedom of movement, if more people had accepted vaccination early on? Confusion and frustration have been my mental and emotional companions for over a year. Asking questions of people who refuse vaccination has not brought me understanding. I am not angry with friends; I can only accept and seek my own peace within by releasing that confusion when it arises. I love living in a free country so I respect our right to choose and I don't have the energy to return to frustration. No energy for it.
My entire 76th year has been spent finding ways to deepen my understanding of mySelf so that I continue to grow as a human being who lives from a place of love and compassion for herself and others. My tools of a regular meditation practice, using my gift of teaching to lead others in doing the same, nurturing family relationships, and being present in friendships have helped immensely. I wonder how it will all look a year from now but I don't give that much energy either. Every time I think something is settling down and changing for the healthier and the better another challenge arises...like the physical one not long ago.
I turned away from the recycling bin and fell down. I tripped on something and skidded into a brick border at ground level, hitting my head hard even though I had managed to keep it up. As I made my way up, I saw the injuries to my lower left arm and hand. I won't go into all of the details. I will say, thankfully, nothing was broken or dislocated. (No need for a bone density test at the doctor's office!) I was bleeding and skin was simply gone. I live alone so initial first aid was mine to manage and I did. As I sat down and the shock began to slowly diminish, I was able to talk with my daughter in S. Carolina. Of course I burst into tears. She knows me well and was patient and supportive.
The body's ability to heal remains miraculous to me. I have all new skin, pink and healthy. Scars? Not sure what it will all look like as the process continues. Scars will remind me of all that did not happen that day. I am deeply grateful that there was no concussion and has been no infection. Here at the end of my 76th year, my immune system is powerful and that is no small thing with all that we face in life today. The physical challenge of recovering from that fall took my mind and emotions off everything else and that was a blessing during the holidays. I just wanted Peace for myself and my world. Peace on Earth. This remains one of my most frequent prayers and visions.
May this new year (ours as countries and nations, mine as a birthday celebrant next week) be one of ever-unfolding healing, balance, harmony, and peace.
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