Freedom woke up in the hospital. Miraculously, she suffered no damage. The doctors said that she must have been completely relaxed at the time of the accident. Although she was free, the doctors said they wanted to keep her in care three days for observations.
Freedom’s parents, Love and Joy arrived at the hospital an hour after she awoke. Together they laughed and shared many moments in appreciation for what they have. Life, and new life. When Love and Joy heard the news they were calm. They knew that it wasn’t their daughters time to die.
“Freedom was always a quiet child” said Love. ”She was just content to play on her own. Sure she’d often invite others to play, but they never seemed to be interested in what she had to offer. She never complained. Instead, she’d sing and dance. Freedom takes after her mother that way”.
When asked about Hope and Despair, Joy answered. ”We never knew them or their family, but our hearts go out to them at this time”.
After the three days in the hospital, Love and Joy thanked the staff for their attentiveness and embraced their daughter. Freedom smiled and expressed her gratitude for them.
The Sun was setting and the clouds looked like they were shimmering with gold.
My Dad was a Doctor. I remember stories about cadavers at lunch time. I won’t get into details.
About a year and a half ago I went through some strange stomach issue. I went to see the Doctor. I was probed, poked, x-rayed, had to shit in cups and have viles of blood taken from my body. ”That was a fun week” he says sarcastically.
When I phoned to follow up they said that there appeared to be nothing wrong. I just wrote it off as stress, which I knew was the case. The Doctor visit was a just in case thing for me.
I listened to stories of other people with medical mysteries. I asked an anatomy/physiology teacher about the movement of the sphenoid bone in relation to cerebral spinal fluid. The sphenoid bone is the wing-like structure at the top of our spine and on it sits the pineal gland (or ‘little eye’). It is also represented in the Caduceus or medical emblem with the staff, snakes and wings. The staff was considered the ‘ultra-sonic core’ of a human, the snakes represent the electro-magnetic current flowing through the center of our bodies and the wings are the fluctuating sphenoid bone. He explained that it does not move. I countered with “well, of course not because you study dead bodies”.
Then it hit me…
If I am shot or stabbed, I definitely want someone who knows how to sew me up to sew me up. But when it comes to diagnosing a living body, how can Doctors who learn from cadavers (dead bodies) possibly or accurately determine what is happening? The result is bound to be procedural and mechanical. It is a crap shoot at best (no pun intended).
I’m not meaning this as an insult to the medical profession but I do think that there is something more that we are missing. It doesn’t take a genius to know that a dead body is a completely different organism than a living one.
Instead of asking how do we diagnose and fix a broken/decaying body, we could be asking what are the optimal conditions for a living body to thrive. I appreciate everyone who is working toward this answer. Although I feel for them because they are up against insurance companies, pharmaceutical companies and procedural sticklers who profit more from death than life.
What a world we live in.
These days, I am more interested in the world that lives in us.
Happy is a very simple word.
This world can seem chaotic and out of control. I think this freaks a lot of us out at times. The world is what it is. There is freedom in relinquishing what we believe is our control of things. In this relinquishing, we have a shot at being happy.
Happy is the icing on a contentment cake. I don’t need to change anything. I can just simply look upon the world with happiness lest I allow my attachments to block this.
Imagine yourself recently dead and floating slowly away from Earth. Don’t be afraid. Just let go. Would you be concerned with the fact that you didn’t get the laundry done today? Would your heart hurt because you left something unsaid to someone you love? If yes, fix it now.
Or would you float off with a smile looking back on all your relationships, stupid mistakes, loving moments, angry moments and the shit you worked so hard to maintain? Could you just simply see it all for what it is today and smile knowing that it is temporary and most importantly… for you to learn from and enjoy?
I almost missed my post today and received messages from caring friends wondering if I was ok. It fills me with joy to know that people care and further that they know that I care too. It’s a nice circle.
If I was floating from Earth today, I probably wouldn’t be concerned with my post a day challenge for a year. lol. I would however considerably miss those in my life. Regardless, I would be smiling because I think that I get what this experience is all about and I’m ok with that.
In the words of Reid’s wife Linda:
C R E A T I O N
R E A C T I O N
I love the lessons hidden in the language that I use in this life. I appreciate that I can simply move the ‘C’ in one word to make a new word and then make a point about both words…
The human being is an experiential artist. We create every single day on a blank canvass and this is our opportunity for expression.
The ever so popular saying “shit happens” comes to mind as I ponder this. We are all subject to circumstances, favorable or otherwise and the moment shit happens is our opportunity to choose. That is our power: Choice.
Are we reacting? When the shit hits the proverbial fan, do we become the shit by reacting without thinking? Do we panic based on past experience that it’s all bad? Are we worrying ourselves to death over that which is beyond our control?
Are we creating? Do we step back and look for the opportunity to choose a different behavior or way of seeing the problem? Are we using the experience as molding clay or a stepping stone to growth?
Some of the biggest discoveries on Earth happen because mistakes are made and then creative minds step back to observe reality. Life is a masterpiece so don’t live it reacting to the world around you. Dance with it and create. In this way you’re more likely to leave this world with a smile asking “what comes next?????
One of my fears was that at the end of my life my headstone would read the following:
Chris Scholl (1974-???)
He had so much potential
You have my permission to smash it to pieces if this happens.
I thought it might be far more interesting for my body to be put through one of those tree chipper machines and shot into the ocean as food.
Either that, or stuffed and sitting in my favorite chair with my fake eyes super wide open like I’m constantly surprised.
I also thought it would be funny if the embalmer was ordered to insert a mechanical device into my spine so that in mid-funeral I would sit up, moan, wave my arms a bit and then fall back into the open casket. Although I’m not sure who else besides me would find this funny.
Besides all of that non-sense the previous headstone fear has less of a grasp the more projects that I complete. It has become a motivator.