Sunday, March 8, 2009
The Body Never Lies
If you look carefully on the right side of the pic, you'll see the White House in the background.
I feel as gnarly as this old tree in Lafayette Park.
The shock of the sad news about my old dear one has, of course, manifested itself in the physical realm. It was almost instantaneous, too. Impossible to miss the synchronicity.
Fortunately this is only a head cold. According to the cosmology of Reya, what that means is that the effect of the bad news centers around the way I think. It's not in my lungs, so I'm not grieving terribly, or even down my throat, which would keep me from expressing my feelings about it. Also, because it isn't a big terrible virus, it will soon pass.
I can't go to work and drip on my clients, but I'm not too sick to continue work on my monumental canvas that includes Annapurna and the Three Fates, so the day is not totally lost. It could be so much worse, yes? Oh yeah.