The Lung Tree



Maybe it's a virus. It's probably a virus - Feels like twenty. Baby H getting through his little cold. No fevers for either of us, just lots of fluids, laughter, kisses, slow dancing, and even slower walks where your skin drinks in the sun's rays like a giant heating pad.

BAH has been out to sea. Mostly, I think this is probably a good thing (for him). We have been able to talk every day, which is the truest blessing. I can barely remember any of our conversations because my brain is mush from Baby H waking up 16 times a night (not really 16). I always remember the sound of my Husband's voice though. It would look like warm caramel if you could see it, out loud.  

   
Moments like this require Puffs tissues, The Way of Herbs (1983), and the one and only Sylvia Plath: 

...This is the lung-tree.

These orchids are splendid. They spot and coil like snakes.

The heart is a red-bell-bloom, in distress.

I am so small

In comparison to these organs!

I worm and hack in a purple wilderness. 



p.52, The Way of Herbs (1983). This was me last week.



p.52, The Way of Herbs (1983). And now I am this. My ying and yang are apparently a bit confused right now. Except I never tolerate or prefer deep massage, nor do I very often feel timid :) I think I would have to be dead to be timid.

See? I told you it was a Sylvia Plath day :) 

  

I stocked up on Kombucha, milk thistle, super B-complex, and miso and decided to do a 3-day "fast" of no sugar, meat, dairy (except yogurt), caffeine, alcohol, or processed foods. I think my system just needs a little bit of a cleanse and some rejuvenation.

Part of me knows that I should do this for longer than 3 days, but I already cheated when I was cutting up mozzarella for Baby H. We are talkin' serious cheese addiction. This may take more willpower than my mush brain contains.

I'll have to use my backup willpower :)