It’s No Secret

not-quite Journaling, 28

 it’s no secret, friend--
when a soul swims in sorrow,
the flesh drowns in wails

1/15/2022: While in my pain management doctor’s waiting room, I overheard a man say to a woman, “I don’t see how feeling down can make your back hurt. That makes no sense. You need to tell them to up your meds.” I wasn’t going to say anything (meddling in strangers’ business rarely leaves the meddler in a healthy spot), but when I watched the woman lower her head, when I noticed just how much she looked like a beaten dog, I couldn’t help myself. So, I said, “Intense sadness often increases physical pa—” Before I finished my statement, the gentleman (not so gently) told me to “shut the f*ck up”. And I did; not because the asswipe commanded me to, but because the woman had lifted her head and was mouthing, “Thank you”, behind a nervous smile. I hope I didn’t make things worse for her. I also hope that, since my advice was offered at the top of my lungs, a doctor or a nurse heard me and helped her in a safe way. 🤞🏽

 

Good
food feeds
flesh and soul;
bad food eats you
up.

1/19/2022: I wrote this poem bit while reading Skinny Liver: A Proven Program to Prevent and Reverse the New Silent Epidemic-Fatty Liver Disease, by Ibrahim Hanouneh and Kristin Kirkpatrick. The book is wonderfully informative and it has helped me a lot when deciding what to eat, when, and how (to slim my liver). But the elfchen was actually inspired by an Ann Wigmore quote, which someone scribbled on the back of the book: “The food you eat can be either the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison.”

 

on her back,
Nature polka dots
art that moves

1/20/2022: Last night, I found a moving surprise on my pillbox. Isn’t she cute? 🐞🥰

- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #11: Feast or Famine.