Meditation One

I decided that trying meditation every day, even for a few minutes, might be helpful. If I lose focus I return to the meditation.  The idea is not to be angry or frustrated with myself. For ideas I use an app that displays individual quotes from Buddha.   Today’s quote was “The foot feels the foot what it feels the ground.”

Say what?


To me, this means do not take anything for granted.   If you lift a foot off the ground, it is still there- attached to you body.  Even if there is nothing touching the foot at all.  But, are we aware of the foot if there is no pain, touch, temperature, or movement that engages some nerves?  When I lift my foot off the ground, I’m not really aware of it unless I concentrate on feeling it.  It’s still there.

We become more aware of the foot when we have it on the ground, even if it’s just sitting down.  We feel the ground/ floor.  But, we generally “tune it out” because it’s normal for us.  We do this every day.

When we walk or run, we feel the foot striking the ground.  This is definitely more noticiable.  But, again, we never really think about it.  We miss the beauty of the mechanics of the foot’s working to propel us forward.  We tune it out.  The foot gets noticed when something changes, such as pain.

Feeling the ground.  People who walk or run barefoot are more aware of the ground and their feet.  They are intune with the feel of the foot on the ground. This is noticiable.  This is when people understand the foot and are aware of it as part of our bodies.

The foot feeling the foot is an awareness of what is there. How many times do we walk past a familiar object (like a picture) and not notice it’s there?  Do we notice our friends and family or take them for granted?  Don’t take things for granted.  Notice.

 

Word of the Day

Yesterday was a hard day.  Emotionally, I was imbalanced.  My mind raced, finding no solution to the fear and anxiety I felt.  I wanted to just give up: take some medication and just sleep with the hope everything will be better.  Finding balance and acceptance is a continuing process.  Some days are better than others.  Live for the good days.

I decided to meditate.  My focus was not positive: “I can’t handle this anymore.  I’m tired of being afraid.”  I wanted to co next with my Guide.  I needed help and maybe some guidance and hope.

The word that powerfully came into my mind was perseverance. 

:” continued effort to do or achieve something despite difficulties, failure, or opposition : the action or condition or an instance of persevering : steadfastness” (Merriam Webster). 

This is not a foreign concept.  Training for and running a marathon requires dedication and to persevere, even on days you don’t wa t to train.  I visualized being in Marine boot camp.  One of the obstacles on the infiltration course is to low crawl under barbed wire.  Crawl through the mud, face down, go over the wall, just keep going no matter what is thrown at you.  All the way through boot camp- crawl, walk, run- just keep going toward the goal.

Life after brain injury requires a special type of perseverance.  My mind is different, my physical abilitie have changed, emotions are closer to the surface and harder to manage. I also have aphasia. If is particularly frustrating not being able to speak clearly and effectively.  Some days are better than others.  At times, I feel better about the situation; pretty much accepting the changes while still continuing to define my life and move forward. At this point, my goal is to create a meaningful life. And to keep hope that there will be additional improvement in my medical issues.

I certainly received my marching orders. What are yours?  No matter what: persevere.

  

Anxiety 

  
Pretty much how it is.  Anxiety digs it claws into you.  It never shuts up- the fear messages in your head.  Its grip may loosen at times but you’re never totally free.  It’s always in the background.

It’s misunderstood.  Telling me to “relax” won’t help.  I can’t snap my fingers and not be anxious.  I wish I could.  

  
It rides,your back. You carry it because there is no real choice.  Carry the pack or give up.  Make it look easy so no one knows there’s something wrong with you.  Keep going.

It’s exhausting.  I can do more than before with less anxiety.  But sometimes, it just kicks my ass.  

There is a Lesson here.  But I am not sure what.  Maybe that I am stronger than I think.

So Fast

I took Bobby Ferret to the vet today.  I felt a lump in his abdomen during nail cutting last night. It wasn’t there last week.  Unfortunately, my fear was confirmed.  He has a cancerous tumor in his belly.  Unless the predinsone slows the growth, he will go to the Bridge within a month.  The prednisone might give him two to four months.  It’s moving fast, so the prognosis of the longer time is not good. I opted to provide hospice support rather than more invasive treatments.  He’s an older ferret and surgery or chemo would cause more pain/illness and be no guarantee that the tumor can be removed.

Bobby’s story.  Someone found Bobby in a vacant lot in Spokane.  His right front leg was broken and the left shoulder dislocated.  He received vet care and went up for adoption.  I am the lucky person who became his “mom.”  That was five years ago. 
  

He healed fine and is a wonderful little ferret.  He loves to chase his remote control care, playing with the knit eggies, and cuddling.  He also enjoys his Carnivore Care and stealing the cat food.  He also is a little explorer. Outdoor trips are a blast for him.  So much to sniff and dig in.  He is a survivor.  
Bobby was the name given to him by the rescue.  I kept it.the name matched him and was his “survivor name.” I identify with him.  He went through three sugeries, faced a lot of pain, and survived to be a healthy, happy ferret.  He joined my family a few months after my brain injury.  I survived too.  His life changed because of his injury.  Mine did too.  He didn’t let the injury get in the way of a ferret’s life.  I try to not allow my injury to ruin mine. I try to have a good “ferret life” so to speak. Losing any ferret is rough.  He’s a special one.

  
Last fall

 Watching a ferret sicken and eventually having to make the decision to help him/her to Rainbow Bridge is so difficult and sad.  I hate having to make these decisions.  Yet, I owe it to the furchild to make the best choice for them.  Quality of life over quantity. In the long run, life with ferrets is worth the difficult decisions and the grief losing a ferret brings. 

Five years went by so fast.  I was trusted with a very special ferret and he has brought me comfort, laughter, and now tears.  Five years isn’t enough.  Hell, 20 years would not be enough. 

In the meantime, he is still with me, if only for a short time.  That matters. Even when he goes to Rainbow Bridge, I know our spirits will cross paths again.   Souls don’t die.
  

It’s only football

Football is a rough sport.  Players get  injured.  Traumatic Brain Injury is a serious problem among players. But, “fans” shouldn’t hurt others because of what team they support. 

Recently, a man in Portland Oregon was attacked because he was wearing a Green Bay Packers hat.  The thugs called themselves Seahawks fans.
I love my Seahwaks.  But what an incredibly violent and horrible thing to do to someone else.  

Football is a game.  It’s fun to watch but it’s not an earth moving important thing.  Seahwaks got knocked out of the playoffs.  The apocolyse hasn’t arrived. Not even I Seattle. The Hawks will play next year.

Sadly, the man-Sam- sustained a serious brain injury.  His life has been drastically changed- by stupid punks taking “fandom” to the extreme.  Not “fans.” Criminals.  

Sam has a long road of recovery in front of him.  So much rehab.  And he may (or may not) have a disability from this. 

This is so depressing.  Beaten by punks for being a fan of another team.

Link to story:

Man attacked
There is a GoFundMe set up for Sam.  The fundraising is going well.  But, they face a lot of medical bills and wage losses in the future.  Think about donating and passing this on. 

These fools do not represent the 12s.  

Two Dollars and 26 Cents

We all take things for granted.  Things like basic life skills: washing,  getting dressed, eating, walking,  etc.  After brain injuries, many people struggle with Post Concussive Syndrome.  The after effects of our brain injuries stay around.  Sort of like the smell of my running shoes in the summer.

Some  TBI survivors never function the same post-injury.  They need help with basic things. There is such a variety of how much people heal.  And it doesn’t matter if it was a “mild” TBI or one “more serious.”  A mild TBI is like “slightly pregnant.”  You either have one or you don’t.  The chances of after effects increases due the severity of the injury.


At times, it can be equally frustrating and funny what becomes a challenge.  Making change.  Really.  A skill I had in grade school.  I bought a snack and wanted to pay for it with some of the collection of change.  The amount? $2.26.  How many quarters?! What about these dimes, nickels, and pennies?!  Slowly I count it out.  Then again.  And again.  Totally confused.  Fortunately, the clerk knew me and gently helped me figure it out.  🤓  She is a psychology student.  It’s funny how the small things can be a challenge but other things still come easily.  I don’t think I’ll ever totally figure this out.

$2.26.

A Reason?

I believe in reincarnation.  One of the concepts is that we have ongoing spiritual development through the spirit realm and reincarnation.  But, we get to choose what we learn to develop our souls.  In a way, we know at a spiritual level what types of lessons we will learn because we choose with guidance from Guides and other more developed souls. I think it’s an outline.  What happens is not written in stone. But lessons will continue in some form until we learn what we are supposed to. It’s not about being perfect.  It’s about development.

We are held a accountable for our choices and actions in this realm.  They become part of our learning in the spirit realm.  We have a life review.  A common question is “Where’s the accountability?”  That’s part of the review.  If a soul is unwilling to accept the mistakes and actions to grow, then the energy is cleansed and goes back to the Creator.  Nothing ends.  The energy remains and a new souls will come about.

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What reason did I have to choose this brain injury?  The depression.  PTSD and violence?  What is the lessons?  I have the impression one lesson is we are part of a larger purpose and “family.”  We can’t do it all alone.  I was independent, rarely asking for help before.  I’d deal with it and solve the problem myself.  Perhaps this is one lesson: to accept help and be part of a community.

I still have unfinished business.  I didn’t deploy with my unit.  Maybe this what part of what I supposed to learn.  If so, I have no idea of the lesson.

I must still have a lesson- a reason to be here.  Otherwise, the accident would have killed me.  What is it?  What’s my next part of life?