So I had a mixed day. I woke up crazy dizzy and frightened. Gd/dess bless my Mama, who despite her disability climbed up my stairs like most would climb Mt. Everest. It was lovely to have her over for some millet salad and bean soup, boasting my new vegan cooking chops.
Then I slept on and off for the rest of the afternoon and evening, until a friend came over. I was feeling pretty damn good, starting to consider whether I could get back on the road again, when I was hit by a horrific wave of dizziness and nausea. I was quite frightened. I dove under the covers, and my friend pulled up a chair to my bed and stayed with me until the wave had passed.
Then it came back again. Fuck. I called my Mama and asked for some healing energy. Then I remembered: Dance.
I put on some music and bam! Two or three minutes into the song, I felt a wave of relief, and the dizziness and nausea were gone. How much of it was the dance and how much was my mom’s healing energy, who knows, but I do know this: Dance heals me.
I forget to dance when I’m in a lot of pain. So I need help remembering. So if I’m blogging, tweeting, or posting on Facebook about how I’m struggling with this or that health condition, please remind me to turn on a crappy ass sound system, lie down in bed, and dance.