The Emergency Room Revelation

I visited the Santa Fe hospital because I couldn't breathe. It was my last night there, and all week I had been living on short gasping breaths, too stubborn to take one moment away from my beloved earth space, my newly begun painting, and my search for rocks and treasures in the dirt. I just  moved forward, rested, moved, and rested until the last night I gave out. Now I truly believe that there is a reason for everything that happens in our lives. I may not know what the reason is, but I do respect that belief and attempt to appreciate the rocks that sometimes seem to be blocking my amazing path in this life. That last night in Santa Fe I was admitted to the emergency room. I was x-rayed, blood tested, and finally given a breathing treatment that enabled me to take a deep breath for the first time in five days. The lesson learned? There is a purpose and reason for everything-a special gift in each moment, if we take time to stop and "breathe." Our soul's breath is what we need to fill, and it took me literally having to go to the hospital suffocating to learn that lesson. I always paint with my spiritual self-open and eager to enter the creative stream that carries me freely, but between the painting times, I sometimes neglect the need for quiet meditation-the stilling of the mind-the inner breath of magic that can only be inhaled in solitude.  I am grateful. I am breathing. I am ready! I am wiser :)