I have been thinking about illness lately, I suppose because I have been feeling sick so often.
In between sleep and wakefulness I had this image of the human body as a land of tiny villages. When there is peace in the land, the villages all get along and things run smoothly. There is a soothing rhythm to the villagers work to keep me alive and well.
When illness comes,tranquility is deposed and chaos and confusion reign. Invaders, both external and internal, come to disrupt the precise twenty-four hour a day work of these tiny villages. And when one village is consumed by turmoil, it affects the nearby villages as well.
I envision raging fires, pillaging of resources, and the greatest battle of all for growth or ultimate destruction.
Who wins?
Invisible battles are waged and won or lost, mostly unbeknownst to our faroway sensibilities. If only we could see inside ourselves, into our very cells, to sound the alarms of war....to prepare for battle. Instead we are quite often surprised to know the end results of these internal crusades. The shock slowly registers that we are...unwell.
This land of flesh and blood is as unknown to us as a distant galaxy.
Come sit a spell and shoot the breeze. Sweeten the day with a little synchronicity...
7 comments:
Interesting vision. Just as we might desire peace throughout the world, we definitely desire peace and understanding amongst our body villagers.
What a great imagination!
oooeeee! nicely put, mm :)
Sometimes, just as we tend to shut out that in the world we find disturbing, concentrating on our own better neighborhood, we also need to try and ignore the outbreaks of war in our body, instead enjoying the nice areas.
Not as easy as all that, but definitely needed.
Well said Merelyme!
Well, shoot, there goes my post. I should have read you first. Bravo!
Wow, Merelyme, you are so imaginative :) Hope you are feeling better. Take care. Nancie
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