This post is much later than usual for a Monday, after I’ve supposedly had “three days off.” But this last “three days” was unlike any I’ve ever experienced. Way full of teensy weensy details of the material world. Details I had to be ultra close attention to. Me: fiery and airy by nature, just as fire and air now dominate in astrology, had to tediously pore through the icky aspects of earth energy, and not stop, not all weekend could I even pause to take a breath. At least that’s how it felt. And I was consumed by this task, consumed, and yet utterly distracted, just about every single second, losing things continuously, dropping them here and there and completely forgetting. Forgetting where I was heading now; where I was just a moment ago; supposedly focusing on the present, and yet the present kept slipping away, second by second, into oblivion.
I’m not describing this inner process very well. Language fails me; something very unusual in my heady, mental life. My life that is mostly in the abstract world, looking at principles, opposites, dimensions, and how they work out in practice. But the working out is not nearly as interesting to me, as are the principles, the opposites, the dimensions, themselves. All heady stuff. And here I am, in a body, having to deal, seriously, with my surround which, BTW, has gotten seriously cluttered over the past 23 years I have been in Bloomington. (Not good, in a flea infestation.)
And not only that but here I am in a body, that, I think mostly due to the stress of it all, developed a very sore place in my JAW, an obvious infection leaving me swollen under “tooth #18,” a left back molar, which I knew I would have to deal with come Monday morning. Today. So I did.
And yes, several X-rays later: That tooth, one that a new crown was inserted into just about a year ago, is infected down below. Either a root canal or a tooth extraction required: which is worse? I haven’t decided. But must do it soon.
Meanwhile, the FLEA INFESTATION, the focus of all my mental gyrations within and upon the physical world, continues. Yesterday I spent 5 full hours vacuuming (turning over pillows, moving chairs, etc.), and did five loads of laundry, going up and down steep stairs to the basement at least 25 times. Today I hired someone else to do the vacuuming.
The flea infestation was and is moment by moment; in the background was and is all sorts of other stuff, having to do with the coming days, including my son Sean’s visit from Colorado for (paralyzed, nerve-damaged) Colin’s move from nursing home to his own apartment on the 9th; me having to go get the key for it on the 7th, ahead of regularly scheduled Thursday Community Dinner, and so on.
If you don’t see a post from me on at least one of the next three days, don’t be surprised. Just know that I am dealing with what fiery/airy Ann has been given to do: focus on the material world including that of the body — just as all so many planets move into fire and air.
And of course, I realize that my own woes are nothing compared to the next person’s — whoever that is. As time both speeds up and slows down all at once, we all seem to be undergoing an immense test of some sort. Are we capable of passing it; are we even capable of surviving it?
