I release my worries and my fear
with the flames that ignite and carry them away.
I will take care of me and mine.
I will be safe and careful.
I send fire to my friends who need it
at this tough time in the world.
Use it for you and yours.
We work in fire
for the good of our world.
Be the Phoenix in fire
To bring our new world forward.
Blessings from the Universe.
Poem written by Katherine E. Soto
(Pic courtesy of Rewilding for Women)
Trying to stay calm during the Corona Virus Outbreak. A dialysis clinic is a real good place to pick up a virus. The flu goes through my center regularly each year. The cough makes the rounds through the center. We get our temps taken before we walk in and wear mask the entire time we are in there. I don’t believe it will help since Corona virus is airborne. I think this virus is an easy way to control the Earth’s population. Get rid of the old and sickly and allow the next generations to inherit the Earth. My husband and I fall into the groups to be wary of this disease. He is 74 so is in the age group targeted. I am a 21 year dialysis patient so I fit the categories being affected. I am taking precautions, staying in, only getting lunch out before dialysis at a restaurant I trust, and going to the dialysis center. It’s scary and worrisome. I have never seen the way the world is reacting to this virus. Are we more aware of it because of the media frenzy or is this thing really outrageously serious? I don’t know. I am happy to be retired from teaching at this time. I am going to put my trust in a benevolent Universe and trust it to carry us through this crisis. May the Universe bless everyone of my friends and family and keep you safe.
I wrote two pages in my journal of a letter to my pain. I am having a lot of trouble letting go of the anger to the pain. I am angry about pain, I am angry I have pain and I hate having pain. I would suggest that this is a lot of my pain. I don’t really love it right now. I am fighting it each day. When I tell my self I love my pain I laugh maniacally in my mind. It is hard to manage. What am I to do with it? I am not asking you this question, but pain itself. Where does it belong in my life. Why does it have to be here? Is there a serious lesson I have to learn from it? What am I do with my anger toward it?
I know what love is. This pain is not love, is it? It loves to hurt.
I don’t know if I can do this loving of my pain. It’s hard to do.
I started art classes on line through some art summits. I am taking lessons through Lifebook2020 at https://www.willowing.org/?affiliates=250 this year. These are a few of my art pieces.
I find when I paint or write it helps me to get into the flow of creativity and the constant pain I live with fades. I look for creativity to help me heal.