Emergence from the depths of the flu brings about a rebirth sensation, like the world is new and fresh and ready for the taking. I'm not completely released from the illness' deathly grips, but I reside in the green grass of impending health, and it is a glorious thing to behold.
It's almost like my body had forgotten what movement without pain felt like or how the brain could think and create or the taste of a good, hot cup of coffee, and then my body and brain and taste buds stepped out from the caverns of darkness and there was the memory of what life had been two weeks prior.
A sigh slipped from my lips and my imagination fired with projects and writing ideas and walks with the dog and playing banjo and yoga. Oh, at last, the freedom the small voice in my head had persistently whispered when I tried to sleep and couldn't, when the ache of flu seared through my skin and tissue into the core of my bone, when I thought the illness would never let me go. Freedom's echo still reverberated in my heart's chambers and now I lay hold to the possibilities it bestows with every day forward.
I'm alive. Phew!
It's almost like my body had forgotten what movement without pain felt like or how the brain could think and create or the taste of a good, hot cup of coffee, and then my body and brain and taste buds stepped out from the caverns of darkness and there was the memory of what life had been two weeks prior.
A sigh slipped from my lips and my imagination fired with projects and writing ideas and walks with the dog and playing banjo and yoga. Oh, at last, the freedom the small voice in my head had persistently whispered when I tried to sleep and couldn't, when the ache of flu seared through my skin and tissue into the core of my bone, when I thought the illness would never let me go. Freedom's echo still reverberated in my heart's chambers and now I lay hold to the possibilities it bestows with every day forward.
I'm alive. Phew!
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