Recently, a doctor I know asked me a remarkable question:
It got me honing into the moment. What makes me feel good, in harmony and balance? What is the thing that will help me shift, heal, move from discomfort into well-being?
Medicine can be so many things, rarely pills. (That doctor didn’t mean pills…)
My primary medicines are…
Music...(Bill Evan’s Peace Piece ALWAYS calms and shifts my view)
A walkabout…and in the process, discovering something amazing, right there in plain sight. And walking is a perfect exercise, moving each side of the body in effortless rhythm.
A nap can be just the thing. A dose of rest, a reset to let energy find its way again. That is daily medicine. I’m good at finding hidden spots to take a snooze.
A poem, too, is the first medicine I take in the morning…
How cool if feels
To take a noonday nap
With my feet against a wall!
Making something. The best medicine for me is when I work with gold: pure concentration, flow, NOT thinking of anything other than what I am doing, melting, rolling, forming, hammering, twisting, casting, experimenting and all the time, listening to the metal…(All my stuff looks curiously ancient…)
“What is your medicine?” The answers are unique to each of us, surprising and powerful.
A friend who has been convalescing from a long illness has been thinking hard about it. He said: