Like Trump & the body politic, I want to thank these parasites for taking up residence in my belly over the course of the summer.
They brought into stark relief the deep imbalance already present in my system and highlighted the places that function well.
Despite this helpfulness, it would be detrimental to continue to host these organisms who daily damage the systems upon which my vitality depends.
And yet, even in this way, they have been useful–forcing me out of the habit of complacency to seek out new healers.
These are the thoughts I scribbled down this morning from the mat.
As class began, I sat tall, suddenly understanding the intersection of body-mind-spirit as three sovereign triangles, while simultaneously Senators of the United States of America gathered in our nation’s capital to disregard my humanity.
E Pluribus Unum.
Fears unrealized, metastasize, leading to the election of a man like Trump, emboldening those who disregard the many to protect the one.
Giardia. Blastocystis. Entamoeba. Until something is named we suffer in the dark. But once identified, the path to equilibrium is revealed.
Misogyny. Oppression. Patriarchy.
Even sick and assaulted, the body is our greatest ally—insists on being heard; serves as our faithful companion—there when we incarnate in our mother’s womb and there when we leave this world.
How so might we recognize and respond to the the body politic?
The doctor tells me that I must treat this infestation for at least 6 months, without letting up, and after that, the underlying issues that made possible such a vicious attack must be addressed.
I am heeding her counsel, just as I am turning toward the voices of women, particularly those further marginalized by race, as the path to a more perfect union.
Two Owls Calling 