Yesterday I wrote about the Furlong meditation in our restored meditation room. It didn’t work for me. I couldn’t get comfortable, feeling twisty and itchy and generally out of sorts.
Well that was an omen of what was to follow.
I can only write this now because in WordPress I can schedule my posts. Two days have passed since then. At three o’clock that night, I awoke, not with sleeplessness which would have been preferable, but with huge waves of biliousness and an upset stomach supreme. And aching, fever and total exhaustion.
I very seldom get sick. But the last two days have been stunningly memorable. I realised that the complete draining of our life force when we are really sick would make death not so bad. It could not be so bad if one is just too tired and sore to live.
I have slept for two days solidly. I am alive.
(This post is virus free)