I sense a return of energy flowing with each breath I take. However, lately, my body has felt like a blocked drain. I’ve tried to attribute it to factors such as old age, poor diet, and lack of sleep, but deep down, I know that my body needs attention and care. It’s crucial to listen to the signals my body is sending me and take steps to improve my overall well-being by making positive lifestyle changes and addressing any underlying health issues. I do not believe that my aches and pains are to do with my age, as age is just a number and should not limit me from living a fulfilling life.
I take myself off to the docs to see if I can get any understanding, maybe a magic pill for the headache I have which keeps me awake at night. I pray for a fairy godmother to sprinkle fairy dust over me and take me off to OZ where I can float around clicking my shoes. She will magically take off the unwanted pounds on my body that stubbornly refuse to shift. Something is not right with me, I tell her.
The fairy godmother turned out to be a doctor who looked about fifteen and prescribed me an antidepressant. ME! The annoying woman who thrives on positive thinking and never has suffered depression, apart from when my husband died. A good enough reason I think, for feeling off balance with the world. I walked out of the surgery and thought this is not the way.
I personally need to solve this problem and find another path to go down.
The good news was that my headache was not coming from any nasty something growing in my brain. I was offered an MRI scan. The stress of worrying about that possibility was harmful in itself.
Good health has to be our own responsibility. Working together with conventional medicine can be beneficial, however, walking out of that surgery I could not help feeling that she wanted to mask my problem rather than find the cause. Not once did we discuss my lifestyle and when I tried to bring it up, it was dismissed as something of little importance. Her computer had all the answers for my condition.
I took myself off to India, feeling sluggish, overweight, and with a pounding headache. I was not at my best. My Indian family welcomed me with their usual love and care. They organised a massage for me and some pampering time. I still needed time to rest, sleeping most afternoons. I helped at the local school, spending time with the children that I loved and we did some painting. My diet of Indian food was hot and spicy, but sometimes, I must admit, I suffered from heartburn which kept me awake at night.
One night as I lay on my bed, the room started spinning and I wondered what the hell was going on. I boarded a plane to come home. It was going to take me 24 hours and I honestly do not know how I made it back to Alicante standing upright. My son picked me up and I slept for two days. Then something changed. Everything I ate was just going through me. I did not feel sick. I joked that my body was unblocking its drains. After four or five days I noticed I had more energy flowing. I needed this energy as I was about to move house and as predicted I would be facing a lot of cleaning.
India has this ability to ground you. Poverty and hardship all around you remind you of compassion and empathy. There is kindness and positivity surrounding you from their daily actions to what they give you to eat. The food is given to serve your body and health. My Indian host was always telling me what was in my food and what it was good for. In the West, we are fed with so many chemicals to feed our addictions, forcing us towards pills and medicine to counteract our unhealthy lifestyles. Good for Big Pharma but terrible for us.
I was home and facing a change of house and home. I knew from experience moving needs pre-planning and that all my stuff was ready to go in on the day arranged. I was worried that alone I would not have enough energy to cope but I am one of those strange people that quite enjoys moving. I have done it many times so I guess I am an expert. There was a lot to do before I could move all of my things in so thank goodness my energy had returned just in time to roll my sleeves up and get on with the tasks I had to face.
The builders arrived and creativity waved over me like a magic wand. There was no magic pill or fairy godmother. I am back in my happy place, creating ideas for a new bathroom and kitchen. Unblocking the drains and letting the energy flow, feeling wellness is taking a deep breath and believing that life has a lot to offer you if you work with it. I did not need to mask my pain. I needed some love, care, patience, and purpose.
I listened to the water flowing in the river at the front of the house, closed my eyes, and imagined everything coming back to life. I am home and I feel good.
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