As I pour my Pineapple cinnamon protein powder smoothie that Cameron just made me into the slot of my mouth that is opened I embrace every sip. Closing my eyes and letting it slide back and forth in my mouth like mouthwash. My mind plays tricks on me, my nose smells eggs all scrambled up with cheese and onions and the smell of bacon rolls thru my nostrils making my mouth water. I take another sip and am brought back to the sweet taste of the pineapple.
My swollen sore face is a quick reminder that the bacon and eggs will have to remain in the smell folder of the brain. And my food intake will remain blended for a little bit longer.
The pain killer has taken over my entire being and I feel myself transforming into the Zombie that the pill was made to do. I suddenly lose any caring and feel all emotion leave my numb brain, a state of “relaxation” some would it call it, it is way beyond just relaxation, it’s a vacation from my cares and worries, a vacation from my all emotions. All my energy is lost in baggage check.
I imagine that my face feels a lot like Tina Turners did or any boxer or UFC fighters does. My jaw is discolored and bruise, the swelling makes it heavy, it’s sore and tired. But everyday I feel it loosening up and the swelling go, that brings a smile to my emotionless face.
I feel life pouring back into me, my heart is filling up with emotions again, I can smell the salt air and feel the mist from the ocean on my swollen face. I take my first bites of unblended food and the energy from their food soul to mine entangle themselves in a locked hug, embracing my every bite I feel like a child trying that food for the first time. My energy has made it’s way out of baggage check and back home where it belongs.
The power of healing yourself a lesson of patience and confidence. Numbing the soul will only prolong the process, embracing the pain and accepting the time will only encourage the process. The choice is always yours.
Let thy heal!
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From Oregon to Nicaragua, one family's journey. 