What good is it anyway?  Hurt head, achy hand.  Throbbing muscles, spasms in nerves. 

No matter.  “Offer it up,” I hear my grandmother say.  To whom and why?  I have set aside the rescuing God that needs to be fatally wounded for me.  Thus, I think twice about sacrirficing myself for others.  It is a switch in principles.

So pain is an indication in the body that something is out of balance.  An instinct?  A tendency to hold my head a certain way?  Bad glasses?

Why is it that the hypnotic fatalistic brain goes to whining about brain cancer and imminent death. Well, that’s is fear, as the mind won’t travel with the spirit after the body dissolves.

Today I call on the gentle touch of Her fingertips on my brow.  I rest under the calm touch of Her hands on my shoulders.  No matter where the mind or I go, She brings harmony and peace.