Sunday, 5 February 2017

Don't stop believing



Hospital radio plays in my ears through the earphones.
An acoustic version of Don't stop believing.  

About what?  That life is good?  That we are all here to experience the joy of life.  Well I know that one and have been preaching to you guys for some years now. Although let's face it, we have our ups and downs, we are human beings.  It's what we do.
As another trolley and its squeaky wheels enters the ward right on time to take the patients blood tests I find myself feeling grateful.  Thankful for these amazing staff who not only have such tremendous patience but for the science of medicine and what it can do.  By medicine of course I mean health and the science that goes with it.  
Hospital radio produces a magazine. Immediately my entrepreneur thoughts see my advertising my nutritional services within there.  Gosh, like I don't have enough to do.  Just then I spot in the magazine that there is a need for radio presenters.  I should do that.  Entertain the patients.  I could help.  Then I remember my dream.  My dream of slowing down a little, enough to respect my health, this body, this vehicle for my spirit.  

The accompanying guitars ring beautifully in my ear.  I feel a love for this music once again. Something that has been slipping away.  Just like my thoughts.  Those positive thoughts seem to be escaping from me.  I know just as you do that the law of attraction needs working on. It's not like we forget, we just slip into the rhythm of life.  Get carried along in the negativity and the processes that often distract us from our meditation, our health kicks and our positive thinking.  
Being at the hospital so much just now, I remember just how far I have come in fixing my health - remembering the permanent underlying issues.  Yet able to ignore them if only we eat right, exercise right, sleep right.  The canteen shows a poor show of options for those with gut issues.  Pie and chips,  soup with wheat base,  sandwiches galore, if you are lucky a jacket potato, large enough to spike your blood sugar into space which of course gives us an insulin issue - then of course there is Mrs Crimbles, the promise of a gluten free coconut macaroon, seen often within the shelves.






My stomach has reminded me.  Take care.  

My eyes watering with allergies, my heart heavy with sadness.  

Thankfully, keeping within the now seems to be amazing for my mental health.  There is no time to think  - no time to be glum.  

Life is still good, still meant to be good.  


I won't stop believing.  Are you with me?
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