A Friendly Place

Now that I'm on the downhill side of recovering from a cold, I realize the main healing source was left out of my previous blog---spirit. This morning in Living the Science of Mind, I read, "All too often, like the Children of Israel, we find it easy to build golden calves and reach with lustful hands to grasp the illusion of temporal power."

I was taken aback to find an old Biblical reference applied to my life today because I put the Bible aside years ago.

"It is only as we turn our thoughts away from this Spiritual Sovereignty that our faculties and energies become dispersed. This makes us a weakened nation, subject to the invasion of every fear, doubt, disease..." The word disease caught my eye and I knew I was meant to hear this today.

My thoughts are so much turned toward figuring things out and my energies spent toward doing that I don't give much thought to Spirit except in morning readings.

The last few days of recovery have been an act of throwing myself on the mercy of Spirit. What more could I do? I had to go back on chemotherapy and did not have enough energy to fight a cold. I took my homeopathy and my supplements and drank my teas, which thankfully helped, but mostly I lay on the sofa watching Netflix, just letting the work pile up around me.  This time, though, I did not feel guilty, or sad or upset.

My source of "temporal power" has been my physical body, through my 20's and 30's, then sheer willpower and intellect as I got older. I will either push and shove my way through the difficulties of life (sometimes injuring myself in the process), or will intellectualize the issues and figure them out. Sometimes, though, I keep having to re-figure them out over and over because I am not going to the Source for the answers.

I have never enjoyed theology. I prefer practical application, so looking back over the past few days, the difference was that I allowed myself to relax...I lived in the moment of being physically helpless in my illness. I did only the bare bones of what needed to be done for the rats and the rest was all about what I needed.

I also practiced an attitude change: life is my friend. If Spirit is truly my Source then this must also be so. Definitely being sick surrounded by friendship is so much better than trying to get well all alone.