Paradigm Shift = Paper Purge – Health and Spiritual Journey

Greetings! As the paradigm shift effect continues I resolved to organize and purge excess paper from my files. I had been doing that since March or April with a modest success. Less is more and all that good thinking that I learned studying art prods me to continue.

There is a sense of purpose to organizing my art work and purging papers. I found a paper I wrote earlier in this decade that I had completely forgotten about from Graduate school. The title is The Middle Way: A Short Autobiography of a Spiritual Path. When I read it again, I was surprised by the content. At the time I wrote it I was taking a class on Spiritual Journeys. The class read books about other people’s spiritual paths from different faiths. We had speakers from the faiths of Buddhism and Islam as well. My autobiography arose from an assignment to write about our own journeys. Thinking back on this is relevant to my recent experiences.

My goal with this blog has been to help me recover from a Mild Traumatic Brain Injury. It will be eight year this August since my injury. The journey of this blog and the people who have touched my life through their blogging have helped me to recover from my brain injury and maintain my spiritual journey.

My writing has improved. My brain makes gains in recovery. I still make mistakes with syntax and spelling, but I persevere. But the truth is I will never be the same. My brain has changed. Their are many ways in which I feel supported by friends – A nice meal shared, a visit to friends or playing with children all keep me in touch with my spiritual journey.

My faith in the goodness of humans has not wavered. Despite the darkness that arises in our lives, I believe in the better instincts of humankind to care and be good neighbors and help each other in good times and tough times.

Some of my friends have gone through or are going through health crises. Last week Monday, my good friend Anna was admitted to the hospital with a heart problem. I had spoken to her on Friday and she complained how tired she had been all week, which was not like her. She had a pain in her shoulder and could barely get up the stairs in her home. I urged her to rest and to get to the doctor. There was already an appointment to see her doctor on Wednesday. However her worsening condition brought her to the doctor on Monday, where after administering an EKG test, Anna was sent to the hospital.

I joined Anna in the ER and listened to the many doctors that provided her with care. They were very kind. The staff provided her with information and a plan for tests. Her husband was unable to be there. He is recovering from a hip replacement surgery.

It was very difficult to see my friend look sicker as the hours ticked away. My concern for her grew as they said they must do an angiogram to look inside her heart. The day before a technician came into the ER and took an echocardiogram of her heart. I was present and could see her heart beating on the machines screen. It looked to be working very hard. It struck me as so intimate a moment to be sitting next to Anna and seeing inside her heart. How miraculous is medicine!

Through this time my thoughts remained positive that Anna would not have to have a major surgery. I was so relieved after the angiogram, which was performed the next day, when the doctor came to talk to me. Anna would not need any surgery. Perhaps another test was in order and medications for her heart.

Anna is home and doing better after a diagnosis of “stress cardiomyopathy”. This heart problem happens mostly to women. With medications and follow-up with a specialist she will recover.

“How fragile we are.” Sting

Remember that “we are all in this together.”

Thanks for stopping by my kitchen. The purging paradigm shift continues here. It’s a journey!

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About kunstkitchen

Visual artist and writer hunting words, languages, visions, and insight in my kitchen - connecting Art (Kunst) and culture and slow food cooking. Credits: Do not own a microwave oven and never have. Do not own a food processor. Chopped veggies in a Zen monastery for a weekend. (Seriously) Classically trained artist. Paint and draw with traditional materials. Live in the Northland where it's six months of winter. Appreciate the little things in life. Sharing food and art experiences and the lessons that my talented and generous friends have given me.
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