I guess not everyone got the inuendo of my post on Sunday. I found myself tangled in a mix of obsession with the turmoil in my body, especially my skin, and fatigue due to shallow and aborted sleep. The desire for updating my blog succumbed to the physical discomfort nagging at my otherwise positive mind.
Now the itch has become bearable, thanks to a knowledgeable employee of the local natural remedy shop and a call to the manufacturer of alkaline bath salts and ditto skin cream, who gave me plausible explanation of what was happening with my skin, resonating with my existing knowledge and intuitive insight.
Shallow sleep has been quite a burden, only partially compensated by naps during the day. With the mucous membrane in my mouth turned topsy-turvy, responding adequately to hunger sensations suddenly becomes a conscious process instead of an intuitive link to to food and drink that would satisfy my nutritional needs.
The inner world expands, leaving less room for connecting with, and exploring the world around me. Besides all that, I’m becoming increasingly aware of the transience of everything from thoughts, feelings, relationship with people, concepts and even everything material, which I’ve hypnotized myself into believing most of them will still exist for ages after my shredding my earthly shell. So, even discomfort and misfortune are not here to stay; smiling at the orange-amber evening sunlight firing up the not-yet-dead foliage on trees and shrubs, or noticing the dance of the full moon at perigee looming huge, only to be distant and aloof, with a paler tint and a much smaller face three nights later, lift me from my burrow of inward attention to the heights of a bird’s eye look at life … panta rhei …
Understanding Beats Fear 