Why am I up so early? It has nothing to do with being an early riser or a dedicated writer. It's simply a bad pain night, and I'm spending a little time with a heat pack, since the pills aren't doing a thing for some reason. It's okay though, really. I don't feel bad for myself. It is what it is. While it's a tad bit distracting, it isn't the end of the world.
I talked to a friend of mine yesterday who always makes me laugh. She is a priestess of Egyptian Wicca (sorry that I can't be more specific. I'm sure it has a specific name.) Like me, she has been exposed to many religions and philosophies. This one rang true for her, just as Buddhism (more a philosophy than a religion) rang true for me. While discussing a person we both know who seems to be constantly ill and may be a tad bit of a hypochondriac but is truly ill this time, she brought up the notion of hekah (sp?). Sorry. I Googled it but came up empty-handed, and I didn't clarify the spelling with her. The law seems to be that what you send out to the universe, you eventually receive. Kind of like karma, in a way, but more like the old adage, "Be careful what you ask for. You just might get it." I think she is dead right on this one. What is hypochondria, after all, but a fear of getting sick or a fear of already having some dread illness that is lurking in your body? Simply hearing about a new illness on television, in the news or in a pharmaceutical ad, can send such a person running to the doctor with the exact ailments described.
"Doctor, I think I have ED. I need Cialis."
"But you're a woman."
"Yeah, I know. Weird, huh?"
So tonight I am trying to think positive and not imagine anything horrible happening in my body. It's just reacting to this new thing we have around here called "rain." We have been so bereft of this so far this year that my body doesn't know what to do when the barometer and humidity change. I wish it would just relax and settle into the relaxing sound of the raindrops on the windowpanes.
It isn't that I want to be one of those annoying glass half-full kind of people. What kind of writer would I be if my glass was always half-full? Would I be Joel Osteen? God forbid. :-)
No, I prefer the way it is with Buddhism. There is no glass.
Peace - D