The Drugs Don’t Work


George, my cottage boyfriend

George, my cottage boyfriend

I have a summer cold, which might be in the top five of my list of things that instantly turn me into a whiny baby. This morning I took extra strength Tylenol cold, and they are absolutely not working.

This is of some concern, because soon the fortress will open it’s doors to a three year old and five year old little girl, who I am taking on to help a friend recover from surgery. I’m trying to keep this in perspective. A runny nose is not such a big deal.

But the underlying point of interest I think is that sometimes nothing can “fix it”. All the oil of oregano, Cold fx, Dristan, etc. won’t make it go away. I’m not feeling well, and I must be aware of this until it is time to feel better. This is forcing me to slow down, take it easy, and take care.

Summer colds are dreadful, but inevitable. Like loneliness. Like fear. If you can get a warm mug of miso, put on some comfortable clothing, and gently place one foot in front of the other until you come out again on the other side of icky, your system is ultimately stronger, I think. Sometimes nothing will make you feel better but time, and the ultimate awareness that a cold really only lasts for about a week.

There are things we cannot silence no mater how hard we try to distract ourselves. What are you yearning for?

Weekends at the cottage, and time with friends who are about to have babies has me thinking a lot about love. I know this is wildly predictable. I have such a clear idea of what I want, and have had many people through the course of my life tell me that visualization will make things happen. What if this isn’t true?

This last week has seen two monumental steps on my way to greater independence. I’m feeling really good about this. I’m feeling very loved by my friends and family, very excited about my work, and upcoming artistic projects. I’m feeling thrilled to have travel opportunities, and a lovely little terrace filled with flowers where I can sit, and write, and read.

I’m saying yes. Yes, yes, yes to the universe. Clear-minded, open-hearted, and ready. If slightly croaky, and more than a little sniffly.

Watcha got for me next universe?

One thought on “The Drugs Don’t Work

  1. Hi Catherine,

    What I love the most of most of your writings is the positive outlook that you have on life. Keep it up. Good things will come your way.

    Mom

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