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My right foot 11/2007Moving a few pieces of furniture in our
creative room to gain perspective.
We started moving too fast and
getting impatient in our communication.
The filing cabinet - I lose balance -
comes down with a thud
a Noah's Ark bookend flies off
and lands on my right foot -
area just below my little toes -
the elephant's nose in my toes.
The pain was so intense -
I started to howl
pushed everything out of my way
so I could sit and relieve the pressure off my foot.
I felt that superHERO strength
as my body bucked and thrashed
with that little piece
still pierced deep
in that oh so tender spot.
The throbbing of my heartbeat as
I moaned: Oh my God, Oh my God.
The staccato pounding in my eardrums
as the waves of pain radiate from my foot
seep into my leg and up my spine
and right into my head.
I start seeing stars,
I'm no longer sure I'm in this dimension
As I feel the shortness of my breath.
WSM Noah says he's never
seen my face contort
so rapidly and go through
such a flood of emotions.
He starts to LAUGH.
He heard the thud (from the other end )
but has no way of knowing what happened.
As he LAUGHed, I LAUGH-cried.
You know, LAUGHing and crying
at the same time.
When your insides and outsides act independently,
without requesting input from your head -
doing their own thing, whatever, whenever.
I'm breathing consciously again - woo hoo
releasing and relaxing my muscles
rolling into the waves instead of
attempting to hold them back.
Noah ran for the ice and kleenex for my,
add to the drama, leaky nose,
snot running all over me.
I assess the situation. I blow my nose.
I see the blood gushing
out of an aperture in my foot
and how the skin next to it was
turning blue and swelling.
And I had a flashback to a few years back
(right around this time) when we were in Cat Island.
Last day of our trip on the island -
morning barefoot beach walk, I
stub my toe on a huge slab of a rock that was
barely protruding in the sand.
And the pain is so intense -
I ...... BREATHE.
Ha ha ha.
Gentle life lessons, gentle life lessons.
Our CSI background comes in handy
WSM Noah cleans the site with hydrogen peroxide.
He lowered the tweezers in and
finds a sharp little piece of white clay -
he pinches and pulls it out ever so delicately -
it slurps out of the punctured skin and
with a whoosh the back up blood gushes out.
He firmly applied pressure
to the site of the wound
and staunched the flow of bood.
My face is doing its own thing as my body
sweats and leaks from all of this trauma.
The swelling goes down as
the blue lump ebbs away.
We cry together from the intensity of our experience
We laugh together about the energy it is releasing
He carries me to the living room.
He icepacks my leg and my lower back
(toe bone's connected to the hip bone....well, eventually)
which is now fiercely complaining about
my unflowy behavior earlier when
I tensed up and stressed out
instead of letting the lava flow.
And today, I practice again
the art of doing No-thing.
It wasn't part of my plan.
It seems to be the PLAN.
Ha ha ha.
I sit here writing,
blessed to be in bed,
blessed to be with Noah,
blessed to mastering the
Art of Do-ing NO-thing.
BE More, Do Less
So many gifts.
Thank you WSM Noah for being in my life.
And for all the LAUGHter.
Happy Anniversary, my love.
