(it took me two days....que sera)
Over the past few months I have cornered my husband at every opportunity. "Tell me 2 things you love about me." "Explain." "Give me an example." :]
He's wonderful. (and he's getting better at it with each round- so I am not letting up anytime soon).
I told my husband when we were first dating that I am a person in need of constant re-assurance. I have proven true to my word I'm quite certain.
A reoccurring theme has been laid over me in my husband's words of love and affirmation during these no-escape moments I present. ..."You have a great ability to sift through the bullshit." This is slowly sinking in and taking root in my Self.
This man I devote myself to sees and respects this ability I did not recognize. I want to see it. I am paying more attention.
More on this later.
Now. Pooping! I am SO THANKFUL THAT I AM ABLE TO POOP! There is no relief quite as curious and freeing as a full bowel movement. I feel like my whole life is in the book binding before the next chapter. My inner being is having one massive and constant bowel movement! The physical act of pooping takes the toxins, poisons; the bad stuff, out of your system. This allows for healing, rejuvenation, room for different and better nutrition. This is my life- my life is having one big poop! Toxic people and habits- poop out! By no near margin am I close to complete relief, however, I am more free in each hour of battling with the scouring of my metaphorical bowels.
Thank you God for physical pooping- it's great once it's over! May this be true of my inter/intra/spritu/emoti/menta/whateva big giant poo to recovery.
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