LAUGHTER & Us

My right foot 11/2007

Moving 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.