So I might be slightly obsessed
with healing right now. I’m sure
that the obsession will pass as soon as the fascia in my foot allows me to bike
again. In the meantime, more
thoughts.
Sometimes healing is a totally
passive process. I read seven
books while I was on vacation because I had to sit still and heal. My contribution to the process was
negligible. Sometimes I needed to
add ice. Patience becomes the
exercised skill.
The active parts of healing, I
think, are often about the bodily equivalent of housework. Clean out the refrigerator and get
fresh vegetables. Toss out the
worn out shoes. Do the
maintenance. In other words, eat
decently, stretch, plan, strategize for the future.
Laughing is also good.
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