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Dear friends,
The day I left to return to Chicago, I was in an accident. I have been in bed for 9 days, barely able to move after sustaining the most severe injury of my life thus far, a blow to the left side of my back which has caused a massive muscle spasm. Everything hurts. I'm getting better, little by little, but will not be able to teach yoga again for a while, no one knows how long. That being my only source of income, I am in a situation right now, looking at the calendar, seeing rent coming up, not knowing how this will work.
For the record, I have no idea who reads this blog, and am not able to see the names or addresses of my subscribers, so there are times when I write to you as this unknown entity, a kind of prayer to an invisible god. I haven't written for a few reasons. The first being that I have spent most of my time on heavy pain relievers, and the second that I had little to say that didn't sound like whining. I have now realized, again, that I do not write because I have anything important to say. I write because I must write. And if you don't like it, you can unsubscribe. Simple.
My spirits are really low. Going to the bathroom is an ordeal. I want to reach out and ask for help, but don't even know how to ask, or what to ask for. I need money and a new body. Last time I checked, those things do not come without a lot of work, which is one thing I can't do much of right now. What happens when things get really tough like this? Is there some kind of safety net for us?
It just occurred to me that the safety net is our spiritual practice. Shit. I hate that answer. Not only because it doesn't pay the rent, but because I've been definitely non-spiritual this week, doped up on hydrocodone and cyclobenzaprine, cursing life. I stopped taking the meds yesterday, because I couldn't stand myself looking so much like a junkie, nodding out over my lunch. So now that my head is back on straight, it is all the more evident that my heart, my spirit and my body need some major repair.
I could also use a fundraiser.
The day I left to return to Chicago, I was in an accident. I have been in bed for 9 days, barely able to move after sustaining the most severe injury of my life thus far, a blow to the left side of my back which has caused a massive muscle spasm. Everything hurts. I'm getting better, little by little, but will not be able to teach yoga again for a while, no one knows how long. That being my only source of income, I am in a situation right now, looking at the calendar, seeing rent coming up, not knowing how this will work.
For the record, I have no idea who reads this blog, and am not able to see the names or addresses of my subscribers, so there are times when I write to you as this unknown entity, a kind of prayer to an invisible god. I haven't written for a few reasons. The first being that I have spent most of my time on heavy pain relievers, and the second that I had little to say that didn't sound like whining. I have now realized, again, that I do not write because I have anything important to say. I write because I must write. And if you don't like it, you can unsubscribe. Simple.
My spirits are really low. Going to the bathroom is an ordeal. I want to reach out and ask for help, but don't even know how to ask, or what to ask for. I need money and a new body. Last time I checked, those things do not come without a lot of work, which is one thing I can't do much of right now. What happens when things get really tough like this? Is there some kind of safety net for us?
It just occurred to me that the safety net is our spiritual practice. Shit. I hate that answer. Not only because it doesn't pay the rent, but because I've been definitely non-spiritual this week, doped up on hydrocodone and cyclobenzaprine, cursing life. I stopped taking the meds yesterday, because I couldn't stand myself looking so much like a junkie, nodding out over my lunch. So now that my head is back on straight, it is all the more evident that my heart, my spirit and my body need some major repair.
I could also use a fundraiser.
Hi, Karen. Would love to hear an update. Margaret
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Sending light & love ...
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