a long strange trip

If you were to visit my home, and if I were to pour you a cup of tea in my kitchen, you might see the remnants of several things that would lead you to a conclusion about what we have been filling our lives with over the past four days or so. Some homeopathic pulsatilla, some optique eye drops, some medicated eye drops, some chamomile tea bags used as compresses (after of course they were used to brew some tea), a pot with one boiled potato (the rest were put in a cotton sock and mashed to make a drawing poultice), some garlic, some mullein-garlic ear drops, a collection of Popsicle sticks waiting to be crafted into something spectacular, some Epsom salt, lemon juice and...let's not leave out the bottle of Tylenol for my sore throat. Yes....that is there too. I'm telling you, this is one HELL of a sore throat. That is right. Our immune systems are once again being strengthened at this casa. Journey came down with pink eye...we ended up taking her into the doc after exhausting all of my home remedies and witnessing the increase in the "stuff" seeping out of her eyes. I never had pink eye growing up....how is it that my little one...only six months old has it? I am convinced this is what Asher had earlier and that Journey was holding onto the virus up until Monday night when I wore her in the sling while I made dinner. On the menu that night was pasta with a LOT of onion and a LOT of garlic and a few other things. The two main ingredients were onions and garlic...both of which have components that "draw out" toxins. I am sure that is why the next morning she woke up with a crusty eye. And me, I woke up with a sore throat. Which, after our long neighborhood walk on Tuesday night in which I stirred up everything being held in MY body with some good ole blood circulation, had become a really bad sore throat. By the end of our walk my throat was significantly worse and within a half hour of getting home my body just became the resting place to every muscle ache and joint pain imaginable. I also started feeling like I was FREEZING...hello flu, welcome to my body, I hope you enjoy your stay. So we have been nursing ourselves back to health and have been enjoying the fact that Josh has been at home for the past two days to keep all the small humans in our home safe and well cared for. He also managed to do things like bring me water when I asked for it or another popsicle or some more juice, please? Asher has been walking the line all week. Is he sick? Is he ok? He had a short lived low grade fever and seems to be doing just fine now, aside from the fact that he is TOTALLY whacked out by this mama being sick, daddy is at home thing. He is greatly aware of change....and he feels the inconsistency with his whole self. So, not only have I felt totally helpless when my toddler is crying out for me and my husband so obviously needs some help but my body won't allow me to make a single move...but NOW...I can't even talk. Today, the place where my body needs to manifest the flu is in my throat. I feel like everything is detoxing through that one area. I am telling you. This is no ordinary sore throat. It is like I accidentally swallowed a gazillion fragments of glass that were ground up into powder form, and while en route to the esophagus, got lodged into every inch of my throat and the entire surrounding area. And not only are they not budging, but they cut deeper with each and every swallow, or cough, or spoken word. Basically, it is so painful that I am actually reminiscing about yesterday when I had the body aches and chills. That sounds so much more pleasant. Ok, enough of the griping. I just wanted to catch you all up on all the excitement going down over here. And really I just wanted a voice. I have been carrying around a little tablet and pen to write out my thoughts to Josh when they are required. You know...things like "I feel so miserable" and "you need to ask him first before you cut his sandwich in half!" after Asher went into hysteria from his "BIG" sandwich being turned into two medium sized sandwiches. Not cool Josh, not cool. (you know I love you babe!) What I really thought I might mention which is somewhat interesting to me, is this; The week prior to this imbalance materializing as sickness in our house...I was sitting with a lot of restlessness within myself. For various reasons, I had been focusing on different ways I feel stifled or unable to express myself. It all resonated with me on a creative level....like there is so much more going on in me than I allow to be expressed creatively. So...the interesting part is that tonight I was looking up different probable causes or thought patterns that can trigger dis-ease in our bodies. When I read the probable cause for throat problems,I read, among other things, the words "stifled creativity", and "feeling unable to express oneself". Pretty crazy, huh? So...in efforts to create a new thought pattern for myself and to avoid another behemoth of a sore throat, I share with you, my new mantra. "I release all restrictions and I am free to be me. I express myself freely and joyously. It is okay to make noise. I speak up for myself with ease. I express my creativity. I am willing to change." oh yes....and I now never underestimate the power of the onion! :) What about you? What new thought patterns might bring greater health and healing into your life?