13 Oct Change of the Seasons
As the leaves begin to turn gold and red, my somatic experiencing of the transition is calm and welcoming.
This has not always been the case.
As a child, this time of year was filled with anxiety and struggle.
I was born in the Fall and almost died on oxygen in the hospital from difficulty breathing a couple times. This began my childhood journey of hay fever, allergies and asthma. Every year around my birthday (which also coincided with school back in session and the beginning of sports season) was a time of misery. My parents truly loving response (as they did not know any better) was to give me brochiodilators (ie steroids), cough medicine (ie alcohol and sugar), Pseudophed (ie speed), Vick’s Vapor Rub (Turpentine oil and Petroleum oil), and of course antibiotics.
But, I couldn’t take the meds at night time because it would excite my body and I couldn’t sleep. And, the doctor’s warned us that too much of the meds would be make me build up a tolerance and they would no longer work.
What they didn’t tell us, was that the meds were completely destroying my lungs and my health making it even harder to ever repair and remediate.