I’ve never written one of those Christmas letters… you know the kind that creatively elucidates the highlights of the previous year and gets nestled into the annual christmas card… All my years seemed to melt together like skittles in a hot bath. A sickeningly sweet puddle of bleeding color. Not that my life is sickeningly sweet… But it certainly bleeds with unruly colors. Anyway, 2021 was definitely a year to “write home about”. The transformation has descended in lightning jolts.
A year ago Christmas Eve, the resident oncologist at the local hospital, Dr. Gunnalini (or “Dr. Kundalini”, as I enjoy referring to him) gazed into my eyes, unblinking and void of decipherable emotion and announced in his broken english that I had “lung disease”. Usually I loooove broken english. But in that moment, with my heart flailing about in my left shoe… I did not. I never did understand why Dr. Kundalini looked at me that way. I honestly couldn’t tell if the blood pumping through his veins was warm or cold.
The amount of fear I have had to navigate this year. Wow. Sleepless, sweaty nights, curled up between my kids, contemplating my mortality. Not sexy. Not at all. But so many people rose to my occasion, supporting our family in every way imaginable. Somewhere along this journey I heard someone say that cancer doesn’t kill people, FEAR DOES. Maybe that sounds far fetched… but from the inside, I’ll say it’s NOT. I have met myriad moments in this past year, where the snake-esque fear has succeeded to paralyze me and then eat me alive. Meanwhile, I have endeavored to act like everything is “normal” so that my kids don’t have to grope and fondle the melting walls of hell along with me.
Adriano the naturopath often tells me that my healing journey is the transcendence of fear. I used to hear this and feel to be scaling Mount Impossible. But slowly, over time I am witnessing my heart lighten and my faith in the eternal nature of Life strengthen. Sure I still get scared. I’m human. But I don’t panic at every strange body sensation. Seriously. This is a thing. Once they slap a “cancer label” on you, every sensation becomes a potential source of threat, of death. At some point, you’ve gotta just let go. Or eat your own face off.
I am beginning to accept what I AM. I am beginning to accept that Life never ends but merely shifts shape. I am beginning to accept that Life, in Her infinite perfection, makes no mistakes. I can only do my best to make Life affirming choices and leave the rest to Eternal Ultimacy.
Life is showing me that gaining control over thoughts and feelings is the key to wellness. Disease cannot manifest in an elevated energy field. Did I tell you about my Osteopath? Usually osteopaths work with the physical body… but this guy is super “alterna”. We meet online. He feels into me and then opens his Osho book. He told me that I need to make love. He says that my course of healing is to exercise the “gorilla” (conditioning) from inside me. He assigned me to write out all my desires as if they have already been fulfilled. He is intuitive. He recommended a book to me called Love Yourself Into Life; The Magic Book. It’s a channeled book- my favorite! I’ve gotten so much out of it, just opening to random pages. In one segment, the entity “Ramtha” said that our purpose here on earth is to BE. We have no other grand purpose as we love to imagine.
Simply to BE.
I am finally ready to accept this. My conditioning has had me contorting into all sorts of strange shapes to feel “enough”… but always falling short. I’m officially exhausted. I’m ready to be enough as I am. He says that we are never obligated to return to the earth plane. We come here because of Desire. But once we can just flow with the purity of nature within and without, we will remember our divine wholeness and there will be no need to return.
I used to laugh at my Mama, feverishly doing her kriyas so that she could be free-ya from this place-a. I felt so big in my little britches as I touted that I personally didn’t care where I incarnated, as long as I could be useful. But after this past “transformational” year… I actually wouldn’t mind being done here. So flow with nature, I shall.
Do you understand the potency of this fundamental shift? Given my inner tangle, it is EPIC. To claim my unassailable enoughness, and LIVE BY IT. That’s unprecedented. I have always felt that I needed to prove myself to the world. Really to my dad, I guess. Gotta luv that jewish programming- the compulsive scramble to “be somebody”. He was always pestering me about going to college. But not from a place of love or empowerment… more of a rigid denial of the possibility of dying a Nobody; poor, legacy-less and alone.
As my eyes danced across the page of this spiritually weighty book, melting and mingling my mind with its insides, I felt my readiness to surrender gather and swell. After being held in compromising pretzel positions of the soul for the past year, my resistance is fatigued and I’m truly ready to accept that Life is THIS MOMENT, which actually IS whole and complete as I AM.
Gosh, I wanted to tell you so much. About our Christmas. About the fine strings of melted cheese, like spider threads, dancing about the post-christmas lunch table as Giordano’s mama spooned round pasta onto plates. Rafaella’s well-worn hands, so intimate with the sponge and the warm, soapy water as she tended to the dirtied lunch dishes… and how that felt like an expression of cosmic intimacy. About our distorted family dynamics…. So much life material burning my seams undone… I guess I’ll have to write a book! Stay tuned.
For now, I’ll sign off by wishing you deep abiding peace. May the innocence of the Baby Jesus pervade your mind, heart and Life. It’s always right here within… we just have to WANT to see and feel it. I hope you do!