A Different Day
Last night I had dinner with my best friend, still thinking about the symposium on "Unlearning Intolerance" I had attended at the United Nations Thursday, got to bed late and woke at least five times in the night. This morning, I didn't ask myself how tired I was. I responded to several emails, did my singing practice, attended an on-line meeting, had a nourishing breakfast and set off for a ballet class. People think if you have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, you are too tired to function. Altho that's often true, other times it's possible to act as if you feel like a normal person. Then the fatigue sets in afterwards, lingering for days.
Sort of like using energy & resources we don't have in the larger human community relying on fossil fuels.
At 12:30, on my way home, I did some food shopping, lingering over possibilities of lavendar aromatherapy spray and settiling for Calm tea and salad dressing made with artichokes and had it all delivered, for which I paid $4. I was determined to have a normal day, like a normally healthy person, regardless of how much I might collapse afterwards.
After a sumptuous & leisurely lunch, over a half hour, of salad with the artichoke dressing I had bought, salmon and turkey slices, crackers and completed with a 1 oz square of dark chocolate, I went to a Chinese medicinal massagist who worked hard on me for one hour. I did not think about the fossil fuels to deliver any of the ingedients of my lunch. On the massage table, I thought about how I might solve some work problems I was considering since the United Nations events and tried to relax, even after having seen the chart with the prices on it. He charged me $120. He told me that I am weak and have a chronic condition. Apparently, the only remedy he had was for me to come as many days as possible a week, perhaps for the rest of life, for $120. each time. At that rate, I had better have a short life. Sort of like human culture, as Jim Hanson says, in the face of global warming?
I am considering how 350.org, composed entirely of young people fighting to get emissions standards to 350 parts, could work with more jaded & experienced people, as myself.
At home, I did a deep conditioning on my hair, ignored the drawn and pale woman in the mirror, put on a face mask, studied some work that is due next week for a book out of Germany: how can I condense all I know, think and have done onto one page that reads clearly (?) and tried not to think about what it might cost me out of my spending plan to feel normal after a normal day for more than one day. Then I washed my clothes and cleaned the bathtub.
It is 4:45 PM. Perhaps $124. and bed rest to follow, is not a bad price for a vacation. Tomorrow is another day.
