Issues in My Tissues
I woke up this morning with the exact same feeling I had last week just before the storm. When intense events and feelings inhabit your body they are recorded by the fascia until they are released…
…I remember walking to the Golden Farm wondering if I should buy a couple of extra gallons of water, more food, some batteries…do I even have a flashlight? Should I fill up the bathtub, does it hold water and if it does do I have to clean it first?
When I learned the storm was 900 miles wide and coming straight for us I got even more nervous with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Of course, my mom had already called from Ohio all worried so I had to calm down before I could call her back not to make her even more nervous. On Facebook my son said that Zone A was ordered to evacuate…”What zone are we in?” I said. He replied, “We’re in a no zone”. Sounds like the Twilight Zone to me.
Then the waiting began…sitting on the couch in front of the TV listening to reporters hashing and rehashing how serious this storm was going to be as Zone A was evacuated.
Our neighbor invited us over for a delicious home made soup that provided an immediate comfort for our ailing bellies. Inside it was dim and quiet. From the other room came the din of the reporter’s constant commentary of the approaching peak of the storm . Outside the wind was howling through the trees that were swaying wildly back and forth…a sudden crash from the back of the house. We all jumped as our host ran to check it out…as we said goodnight, I rushed back home to call my mother to let her know I was safe.
The wind was picking up and the water was rising. We watched a little more storm coverage then decided to turn in. I asked Aracelli if she knew the story of the Wizard of OZ, “Not really”, she said. So I gave her the short version as we fell asleep…
The next morning we awoke high and dry with all our power on but unfortunately the surrounding costal areas weren’t so lucky.
As if the storm had blown away all our thoughts of comfort, security, complacency and worries about this and that, the things that hold us back from really living in the moment, the anxiety was now replaced by a feeling of excitement and new possibilities. I now have a feeling of grabbing each moment like it is my last. Where is the security or comfort that things are just going to go along smoothly, like we imagine, anyway?
When nature shows herself with such power and magnificence don’t we instantly get in touch with our mortality and see how temporary our life really is? As the week slowly progressed more and more people came in for treatment. Most of them seemed a little shell shocked and were wondering why they were suddenly overwhelmed with aches and pains. Even Aracelli and myself were feeling it. Although the weather was fresh, clear and crisp, I couldn’t help but feel a certain hesitancy and sadness in the air mixed with a renewed sense of gratitude for loved ones and for life.
When intense feelings inhabit your body they are recorded by the fascia until they are released. Isn’t it interesting that I woke up with the same thoughts and feelings from last week, even though the storm has passed?