Word has come in that the cost for the final 12 weeks of HCV triple treatment will now be covered. (I'm doing the happy dance...)
I would first like to thank all the people who have graciously included me in their prayers. I believe in the power of prayer and that each of you helped in the final outcome. We could not have done this without your heart felt prayers.
There are also three very kind, generous, patient and strong willed individuals I need to thank. They were nothing short of tenacious in their efforts to see this situation corrected. For this, I am deeply grateful and fortunate. So, on we go with the final quarter of the treatment.
Joys In My Life
When was the last time you were fully present ... mind, body, heart and spirit ... while reflecting on the joys in your life?
I start the day by giving thanks for the things that bring me happiness and joy. As I do, I can feel my heart well up with a warmth that I can only describe as being a sacred ceremony. It is similar to what I sensed the first time I felt each of my children move in my belly and when I held them for their first moments of life following their birth.
Reflecting on the joys in my life has not always been effortless. I remember when I found out I had HCV. Believe me, I wasn't caught up in the blessings of my life - I was more caught up in the anger, fear, and shame I was experiencing. Friends and medical professionals told me I should focus on the good things in my life. I have often heard myself offering the same well meaning advice to others but it is far easier said then done when someone receives news that will change the course of their life.
During the early months following the diagnosis, my daily ceremony of gratitude slowly manifested into a disconnected mechanical ritual. It became a mental practice that my heart just didn't feel like showing up for. There was nothing authentic about it. Who did I think I was fooling?
Counting our blessings can be a difficult process to fully show up for when the mind, heart and spirit is otherwise preoccupied. How many of us have been taught how to truly connect with our heart and spirit? How many of us have been taught how to pray or even what prayer is? Within time I realized I needed to reconnect. The only way I knew how to do this was to immerse myself in the very things that bring me joy. Simply listing them was only leaving me feeling empty and fraudulent.
To this day, these are just a few of the joys in my life I reconnect with when life gets too big and heavy for my shoulders:
* I call, text or write to one or more of my children and I take in each moment of the exchange. Once I feel my heart overflow with the love I feel for them I give thanks that they chose me as their mom.
* I connect with a friend (in person, telephone, text, email...) and I express how much they mean to me and how grateful I am for our friendship.
* I look through old photographs of my ancestors and other loved ones who have moved onto the spirit world. I recall some of the humorous stories connected to them and the many reasons why I am grateful they were in my life.
* I pick up my guitar and play until my fingers can no longer touch the strings because I got so caught up in the joy of creating and playing music that I lost track of time ... and I give thanks.
* I get in the jeep, turn on some favorite tunes and take a drive on the outskirts of town. I love the landscape around here! We have wildlife, evergreens, lakes and miles of rocky hills. It is a beautiful, peaceful place to live ... and I give thanks.
* I sit in our home and take a good look around me recalling the stories that come with the colorful handmade quilt draped on the wall, or the old stained glass window hanging in the living room. And I give thanks for these artistic pieces of history entrusted to my care.
My point is this - we have choices in this life. We can be satisfied to mechanically list the things in our lives we think we should be grateful for OR we can whole heartedly reconnect with these gifts and embracing a new appreciation for these blessings ... and then release.
Until next time ... with care,
Deborah