Oh my beloved ones,
Monday evening my body became weak, my temperature began to rise, my bones ached, and my head throbbed. I recieved treatment for malaria, which after three days did not lower my fever, nor did it relieve my pain. Once the red-rash started spreading up my feet all around my legs, neck, and arms we realized I had dengue fever. To my fascination my symptoms went perfectly with those described in the medical books. With all of the action going on in my body the energy usually used to go out and do was focused inward. I believe with all my being in the dignity of beings for existing, not because of what they do. I had to put that belief in practice this week, within me.
Much has happened since I last wrote. I have been visited by an angel, been sung to by the trees, entered into wonderful dialog with rain and thunder, and witnessed hummingbirds tickling yellow flowers with their beaks. I have splashed around in water of a penetrating blue, received massages from my sister's tender hands, been left speechless with the gold, yellow, mango-orange, purple, and indigo sunset with different textures and different stories, and the radiant moon over distant lightening bolts.
Thomas Berry wrote that this is our time to meditate not only our relationship with the Divine, and with our sisters and brothers, but also our intimacy with Earth. Sharing most of the week with the fluttering leaves outside my bedroom door and the pink and white flowers out of the other I understand that through our intimacy with Earth, our relationship and intimacy with God and our brothers and sisters intensifies.
Oh the connections everywhere. There is no way of escaping Love. :)
P.S.: I´m better ;) Mesi Bondye!