Physicality

I am beginning to wonder how much my physical injuries have always affected the confidence of my nature, causing me to be cautious.

Since I was born, I have been injured.

Pulled out backwards too hard and then not too long after, sent head-first into brake pedals.

These two incidents alone would set a mark on a child’s development.

Then, later ensuing invasions of mind, body, heart, and spirit before the age of ten…

No wonder it has felt like I have been in a war-torn nightmare version of life’s mimicry.

No wonder I have reached out to help others with potential who have been on the brink of falling, because I understand the pressures that work upon a person’s soul.

And it is difficult for me to have to curb this instinct for advocating.

Coiled into myself while sitting with legs propped for a moment before I extend limbs and will to shampoo three vehicles against limitations and warnimg twinges of my latest injuries, I cynically laugh at the dream I woke from this morning.

I had been coordinating with other healers to have a center with therapy rooms attached so that when I could resume, I would no longer feel so alone in providing.

The people I had asked had agreed about the desire to feel connected, yet as the dream faded, I realized that the way things are going, my return to that line of work is not possible within this next year’s planning.