Monday, September 17, 2012
Yesterday morning, early, I went to my friend Betsy and asked for help. I needed feeling restored to the right side of my body. I needed not to hurt so much. Betsy is magical (one of Betsy's favorite words). I am not one who yields easily, but to Betsy I do.
While trying to release some of the knotted muscles in my shoulders and arm, while trying, indeed, to find a pulse (she finally found one), Betsy talked about language and how the words we choose to think with affect the way we see. That word successful—how can we use it differently? How about the word whole? And what happens when we stop acting like a human doing so that we can be a human being?
I am in favor of humans being.