Sunday, October 15, 2023

The story of medicine refill day

Today is a good day.

Today is Sunday and it is time for family, for resting longer than usual, time to sleep more soundly, time for faith rituals, time for self-care and time for writing.

Also, this time of the year is the time for personal medicine container refill.

I try to take stock and refill my medicine container cyclically so I can check whether the contents are still usable or whether I need to get new supplies or just let it stay inside my small medicine can.



This is my personal medicine container


Well, the contents are really simple:

paracetamol
vitamin c
cough remedy
antihistamine
chili porous capsicum
adhesive bandage

Potions

You see, it is so simple.
But what I really want to talk about is that I am inspired by this:


So, yes, I am in search of more antidotes because the dark is here again.
Also, the past weeks were full of revelation about health crises, I found myself in the position of bringing a patient to the ER, visiting a patient in a hospital ward, bringing a patient to a dentist, receiving news of death, receiving news of big health crisis and I myself had been under the weather for two full weeks.

The last weeks were full of bodies needing rest, bodies needing remedy, soul needing rest, soul needing healing, mind body and soul needing restoration and cure and rejuvenation.

We are all poisoned and we are living in a badly polluted and poisoned environment.
Our mother earth is really sick right now. She cries. She weeps. She needs help. She is asking us to heal her. We are her children, we need to help her. We need to find healing within us so we can heal her too.

She is waiting for us to heal her.

In this other half of the year, the start of collective going under begins as we welcome the new moon eclipse. I hope we find the light of healing as we go through the following months. 


Friday, October 13, 2023

F13


Persephone | Cocteau Twins

Oh, you are but ever by the jar


Thursday, October 5, 2023

Moods #51



I'm Scared | Duffy

The blank pages of my diary That I haven't touched since you left me

Dust gathers on my stereo 'Cause I can't bear to hear the radio