Well, last week Ella and I had a go-round with the bug that seems to be knocking everyone out in our fair Valley.  As the old saying goes, A cold will go away in a week by itself, or in seven days with medicine.

We drank endless cups of hot water with honey, discovered Emmalina’s wonderful throat elixir, and used some reflexology.

Mostly, though, we didn’t do very much.  I thought a lot about how much this past month has forced me to be still.  I read, and pondered, this, from Homemaking as a Social Art:

” . . . illness today receives remarkably little attention.  Usually one visits the doctor to request a fast cure, maybe goes to bed, and as soon as the fever has abated, one is up and back to work.  Is is as though we want to ignore any sign of weakness.  We seem to feel the need to be in full control of our destiny and our life style at all times.  In general, we tend to dislike, and even fear illness.

It is interesting to become aware of the reasons behind the fact that one gets ill. It is often when life becomes burdensome in some way that the body reacts by making us feel the need to shut down and go to bed.  We withdraw into ourselves, sleep a great deal, and so at last find the time to do a bit of stock-taking as to the state our life is in at present.  Often, on recovery, if time has been allowed for the illness to run its course, we feel better than we did before the illness struck!  Sometimes we even feel up to taking decisions which prior to the sickness we had neither the energy nor the insight to make.  Illness often strikes us down when we need to make new relationships, either to life, to other people or towards our own inner self.  Our wise psyche places us in an anti-social situation that others are called upon to meet with their social forces of sympathy.  In this reciprocal moment a new balance can be created and old concepts can be reformed.”

Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend.