Well, Friday before Christmas turned out to be quite a day. I’ve not even sure why I pulled three cards that day, when one is my norm unless I’m doing a full blown reading. So I took note of these, but couldn’t really make sense of them.
Off I went to the gym for a swim. I was feeling exuberant and swam hard, without my usual preparatory hot-tub to warm up my body. So it was that in the dressing room…well. I wrote a poem about the actual experience:
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through her house,
she shuffled and wobbled,
but never did grouse
Though the back was in spasm
Much help was at hand
For this she was grateful
It really was grand
It happened while naked
at the pool where she swam
She was dressing and talking
and then it began
Thank goodness for friendships
and elves through the land
for one brought her ice
and another a helping hand.
Elf three drove her car home
Elf four to the door,
Did bring her home safely
and settle her there
And so as the snow drifts
And Christmas descends
The light of these gestures
of love do crescend
O…Come I be Grateful
And a Merry Christmas to all
Those folks that I did know
and those I did not
We are all connected
and so don’t you know,
I promise to keep
all that good love in flow.
Anyway, by the time I was brought home by friends, and looked at those three cards I was amazed to be able to now make sense of them. The first looked just like water, reminding me of my swim. The second, the fury of my muscles going into spasm, and then, of course, the last one was all the compassion that was shown me by others in my critical, vulnerable state. Thought I would share this now that I’m on the other end of four days of pain and three days of residual soreness and tightness. Thanks again to all those who helped me in various ways. Whew…next!
