I still have shingles.
The cats have stuck close to provide their therapeutic best. You do know cats are natural healers, right? They purr at frequencies known to heal their own and each other’s bones, skin and soft tissue. They soothe and heal themselves by purring after stressful experiences. They can do the same for humans. Living with cats can reduce a human’s risk of heart attack and stroke by up to one-third. (Here’s a BBC article that discusses cat purrs)
I know what you’re thinking: that vaccine lowered my immune system and that brought on the shingles. And that may be true. It’s also true that I become physically ill whenever I’ve come face to face with my core pain.
Yesterday the festering wound erupted when I looked in the mirror, into the eyes of my inner child, and told her I believe her. If you have ever lived with a narcissist, you get how powerful a moment that was. If you haven’t, how can I explain to you the power a narcissist wields over their victim(s), so much so that they can rewrite reality at will? Has Trump and the blind faith of his minions taught you nothing?
After all the crying and blowing of snot, I saw that I have misunderstood the core need my inner child has tried to communicate to me all these years. It’s not about being loved; SHE WANTS TO BE BELIEVED, and finally someone does. Those of you healing from childhood trauma, take heed; children don’t always know how to voice their truths, and we as adults who have avoided that pain for years won’t suddenly figure out what they’re communicating to us. It will take time.
Now remains a wound in my chest as deep as Cathedral Caverns. These cats have a mighty big job ahead of them. They aren’t worried; they’re up to the task. Especially Leroy Snuffleupagus the Healer. He wrote today’s poem for you.
Sonnet From a Formerly Homeless Tom Sometimes I’m not served what I want to eat, but twice a day each day my belly’s filled. And I don’t always get my favorite treat, yet they are served with love and I am thrilled. When sick or injured I am given care to heal me and ensure that I get well. It’s paradise to lounge in comfort shared; before my life was misery and hell. Hard to believe ’tis not quite been a year that I first let her touch me on my nose. Now I can lounge in her arms without fear of hunger, weather, dogs or human blows. She thinks she saved me from my homelessness. It's I who'll save her from her brokenness.