What if…

What if these hormonal shifts and the ensuing cacophony of shorter cycles, longer bleeds, stronger cramps, rampant headaches and pointed miserable-ness were efforts to “tune” me?

Klimt, visipix.com

What if that means that I can no longer rely on those quick “repairs” that have withstood the test of time–like wine and water and good company–to lift my notes into sweetness?

Watts, visipix.com

What if these dramatic scores demand greater skill and discipline, like that of a classical musician?

What if my strings keep breaking each time I tighten them into harmony?

Perhaps the time has come for me to step down from the conductor’s stand…

to lay down the instrument of my desire…

and to allow the universe

to fine-tune

me.

“Sing through my voice,

Play through my hands,

Let the way be open.” 

(lyrics: Abby Spinner & J. Magnus McBride)

Kelly Salasin, July 2011

For more on pain as a teacher, click below:

Pain Meditation

The Body’s Instant Messenging System

The Fire of Fear

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2 thoughts on “What if…

  1. It’s Just Another Day

    It’s just another day with magic in the moment.
    Another life is past. The night becomes the day.
    The sun is sparkling bright on the minnows in my coffee.
    Among the starry horde there’s jealousy at play.

    I don’t know who we are, but we’re sure of our direction.
    I see a tiny face that’s painted on the sky.
    Around a little star, I’ve worn myself a blister.
    While hiking in the hills, lace curtains fill my eye.

    Within the twinkling egg, I’ve never had a body.
    But focused on this lump because I was afraid.
    The bees that buzz around are part of something bigger.
    A cosmos in my head, I march in this parade.

    It’s just another day transcending to the office.
    I’ll make a piece of toast while forces come to play.
    Beneath a flood of love, my shoelace broke this morning.
    I’m stepping on the stars. It’s just another day.

    Jimmy Childs

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