I can be, truly, a pain in the neck.  And today I have one of my very own…pain in the neck. 

Pain is like meditation.  It consistently refocuses my attention.  Obsession is good for that too–always distracting me with a revolving door doing nowhere so I don’t pay attention to the next right action.

But life goes on with or without pain and grief and fascination with the unknown.  This human being body needs clothes, boots, food and to pee.  I need to nourish myself and release.

I wrap my pain in a soft blanket of warm love.  I sip soothing tea and heat my body with oatmeal and sweet raisins.  I burrow my brain-tossed head in the soft shoulder of My Lady.  Sniffing and whining I complain about this wonder-filled path I chose.  She giggles a bit, and rocks me back and forth with a lullabye. 

She has Her Way with me.