Bodies are amazing creations. Whether the body of a tree, insect, animal, or human, it is designed to thrive, self-heal, and be vibrantly healthy until its time to die. Then, without much ado, the body will stop supporting itself.
The effects of modern life styles and disrespecting interactions with our Mother Earth have changed this. Modernly, from its time in the womb, the physical body is poisoned and the compromised health of just about everyone is one result.
I was the strongest chick I knew, raised my children on homeopathic and homemade organic herbal remedies, and did not use allopathic medicine as a rule until diagnosed in November 2000 with Multiple Sclerosis (MS). Then for the first time in my life, I put my trust in the contemporary American medical model. Five years later, when almost wheelchair bound from side effects to that model’s interventions, I went back to plant and energy based methods of health care. My body began to get better right away. As a result, my wheelchair has been gathering dust for years, thank Goddess.
As I update this blog in December of 2021, it has been 21 full years since the MS diagnosis. I took the diagnosis as a neon sign that from that day forward everything would be different; and it has been. For me, being diagnosed with MS meant that everything -without exception- would be Path. Of course, that is so for everyone all the time whether healthy and happy or health challenged and sorting that out. The body is rarely the cause of its display of disharmony, but it sure does get our attention.
By 2007, with the help of an amazing, wise, and humble healer (acupuncturist/herbalist), I was back to walking a mile a day with a cane and my dog from the damage done by the allopathic model. Slowly, however, the damage that was irreparable started to become more prominent. It wasn’t MS that was acting up. That had stopped progressing completely (and has been fully in remission for over 10 years). On Easter of 2010, I fell outside on a cold New England day, smashed my face, fracture a forearm bone, frightened myself and my family. When my arm healed adequately, the cane was replaced by a rollator walker.
Fast forward. I live alone now, quiet and meditating (whether on or off the cushion). My former husband and I will be friends for life, but we’re both better served by living lives that suit each of our needs. My walker ensures independence as does being granted disability from Social Security due to MS. My life is simple, meditative, clean and organic.
I created a personal Path of Healing through leaving the medical model. That works well for my body, mind, and spirit. There has been help along the way, of course. May you also find the perfect path for your health inter-connected with everyone and everything on our beautiful and precious Mother Earth.
- These precious beings (pets) are Pokie (cat) and Leah (dog). They were the most gentle presences, intuitive and accepting. They also slept together quite often; and Pokie wouldn’t leave Leah’s side in her last few days. Both are passed on now.