There is something I am trying not to hear or something I am hearing that I want to deny. At least, that's what my body is telling me.
Over the past three weeks I have had the most unusual illness. Nothing truly debilitating, but strange. It started after I visited my chiropractor and learned that all seven vertebrae in my neck needed to be set right. The day after having all those compressed vertebrae realigned, I experienced a flood of energy along the back of my head. Then the mother of all histamine reactions turned the skin on my sternum, neck and ears red. So I went to see Linda, one of my most trusted health practitioners, and after some muscle testing, we determined that the symptoms are related to a virus, which will have to run its course.
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Throughout this viral adventure, all I keep thinking is...what is it I'm not hearing? I get sick when something gets stuck. And some emotion is stuck around my ears, head and neck. I could blame a myriad of recent stresses for my susceptibility to this virus, but I keep feeling that something much deeper has yet to surface. And until it does, the virus will linger.
Or maybe it's more simple than that. Maybe I'm listening too hard. I hear a lot of things. Maybe what I'm hearing has nothing to do with me, and I'm just picking up a lot of static. So much static that it's overloading my circuits. Or maybe my body is tired from straining to hear. Maybe I need to do less craning my neck to hear and allow whatever needs to be heard to make itself known in its own time. Did I really just write “craning to hear,” as in twisted, like my neck? Could be that I have been so focused on hearing something outside of me that I have forgotten to listen inside.
When I need it, my body is a miraculous storyteller. I guess it's time to sit still and listen to the story welling up inside. I'll let you know how it goes.