It's been a wee while since I've written. Between the long journey from Branson, Missouri to Sedona, Arizona and what being here has encompassed, quietness has trumped waving my arms and squawking, "Watch me!" (Remember being three or four and begging your parents to watch you DO something?). Sometimes my writing in here has that old memory and desire. Now that I think of it, I wonder how much of it motivates me? And if so, may I just let that be?
This is a good time to be here in northern Arizona. My dear friends N&D are off in the Pacific Northwest in their RV, visiting family and soon returning. Their generosity and trust in welcoming me into their home in their absence fills my heart with smiles. I hope that they can feel my thank you's when they return home later this week.
After gaining permission from the new friends I've made while on my cross-country adventure, here are two photo galleries!
The Rivendell Community in Dunnegan, MO
Hallelujah Acres Lifestyle Center in Golden, MO
(Yes, please click on the links).
With less surprise than I might otherwise have anticipated, I am continuing to enjoy a mostly raw vegan diet. I am more surprised to be making up some of the recipes for myself than feeling drawn to a nice ole hunk o' fish or chicken! Will I do this forever or perfectly? As we say in 12-Step land while reading How It Works, "we think not." (Note: Sobriety and recovery are intended to be, one day at a time, a complete commitment with no wiggle room. Half measures availed us nothing. My nutritional healing adventures however I continue to explore and tweak). I am however committed to pursuing addressing the underlying toxicities that surely led to my outbreak of AML over a year ago. While a number of the herbs I am taking and as well the unfathomable Grace of God see me today in grateful remission, I need to go deeper and see what done broke and how I might fix it. I've begun reading The China Study. I remain an online three-quarters time, unpaid (as yet, haha) cancer researcher. Yesterday I swooned with a lymphatic drainage massage followed by a mildly odd yet seriously sweaty oxygen sauna. Get thee clean! My dear friend Pushpa initiated this bout of clear-out with one of her gifted Reflexology sessions the evening before. This morning I'm eager for another jog amidst the red rocks and high altitude (over 4000' MSL) air.
I had a blood draw (CBCs) when I first arrived. There's an online company where one can have a valid medical requisition without making a several hundred dollar doctor's appointment. Getting a blood draw still brings up tremendous fear, through which I pray and breathe. And the results? BETTER! My weakest lab results of the past several months was just before I left Roswell, GA - clearly the living situation stresses, both addressed and buried, were having a palpable effect on me. This past week's showed UPWARD movement in the difficult-to-address white blood counts and almost low-normal red counts! Platelets are 90! (Hey. Ninety is good for me, in fact it's GREAT and will get better!). For you record-keepers, my WBC is 1.7 and my ANC doubled to .6! Yep, I'm shooting for a thousand and up now... and not just to get out of the hospital. Thanks be to God!
My title's reference to dripping was from the Holy Eucharist service on Sunday at St. Andrew's here in Sedona. After partaking of the Blessed Sacrament, we were invited to come up to the altar rail again for healing prayers. No brainer for me. A small number of us gathered and kneeled. When the priest came to anoint my forehead with oil, it literally dripped down onto my nose. I giggled. She almost did, as well. I loved it. I had asked for continued remission and in fact for a total healing, and was then dripping in God's mercy and love.
For this I give exultant thanks.
Wednesday morning I leave here for the 2-day drive to the North Bay. I ask your prayers for safe travels and a graceful arrival.