Let's not hold our breath, shall we-- but, in the ever unchanging saga of healing that small intestine/spleen issue that has been dogging me for lo, these four years--- we have got a new trend happening-- one that might mean at some point in the future I could be a normal human being again.
Of course, by new trend I mean one of those two steps forward, one step back life cha-chas where I am starting to feel incrementally better and it's due to a weekly visit to a most splendid acupuncturist. Miraculous, really.
I found her thanks to a referral from a guy at the dog park-- yes! My entire world begins and ends at the dog park, or so it could appear. Anyway--- I just had a session with her tonight and she was talking while peppering my bod with those steel pins and I said something (which I don't remember) and she replied (which I am going to do my damnedest to never forget) "that's because you are so finely calibrated."
FINELY CALIBRATED, people.
Do you have any idea how much I love that description? I have been called many things in this lifetime including, but not limited to: intense, dramatic, highly charged, mercurial, high-strung and a 'constitution like a butterfly'--- but never, never-- has anyone said that I am finely calibrated.
You think I am kidding but I think that would be a mighty fine line for a tombstone.
Here lies Elizabeth
sure she could be a royal pain in the ass
but hell if she wasn't finely calibrated
So-- there's an update for you. Acupuncture. New personal description. What else is going on in my life that has been preventing me from chatting with you more frequently over the garden fence while we hang laundry?
Well, for one-- I am teaching. And, given that I am finely calibrated <---! this means the little bit of extra energy I would normally have to share thoughts and reflections here with you is not available to me.
For two, -- um, no. I think that's it. I think once the class wraps up-- I will be back here in a more normal way.
Things I am into right now (besides my lifelong quest to reach enlightenment, obvs):
Oh, and as a result of one of the class discussions -- the weekend before last I did a massive make-over in my apartment and switched bedrooms.
Where I now sleep was formerly the guest room and vice versa. I absolutely love the change-- the colors and layout are entirely different.
I painted one wall this fabulous deep almost black marine blue-- wait, I can show you. (don't you love technology)
It's Benjamin Moore, Evening Sky and I freaking LOVE it. My niece Lauren who is a natural born interior decorator and works at West Elm coached me from afar and we went for a boho moroccan feel that is still all me, so yes -- lots of white and a variation on twinkle lights .. . I'm still working on it. There's gonna be a new rug and and night table one of these fine days, but I'm not in any crazy rush. Such a small change in so many ways.
And yet, it has made a huge change in my life, though-- who knew?
The light through those windows is totally different and that is rocking my world as we head into the season of longer days.
Of course the BIGGEST change (and what kind of promoted it all) is that the dogs are no longer allowed on my bed. I know, right? Sacrilege. Alas, it was time. In fact, I earned my platinum Pollyanna card two weeks ago today at about 3:15 am when without the slightest warning (and I emphasize that because I am very sensitive, indeed some would say finely calibrated, and will always wake up if they need to go out in the middle of the night) Oliver came up to me and vomited directly on the pillow where my face was in restful slumber.
And by vomit-- I mean everywhere and all the way down to the mattress. Oh, and the only paper towels in the house were on a to-do list that said "buy paper towels." Yeah.
But here's why my Pollyanna platinum card arrived the next day: in the very moment I was cleaning up that mess and washing sheets in the tub etc, etc-- my mind was light and clear: no more dogs in the bed. And? Let's change it up and move to another room-- so you see?
Lemonade for everyone! (Well, except for the dogs who are not so very happy with the new sleeping situation-- but they have a beautiful and comfortable sleep situation-- it's just not with me).