Multiple Sclerosis is a chronic disease that affects the brain, spinal cord, and optic nerves. The protective cover around nerves gets worn away, causing a disruption in the electrical impulses. In other words, some nerves have shorted out.
This blog is my way of trying to reconnect the frayed wires of my life.
I continue to process
my feelings and experiences from that great adventure, but think it's time to
share some things with you because people keep bugging me asking me, "was it a good trip?" :-)
Okay, so I brought back some things: postcards from the Chez
Christine café in Saignon, bookmarks from an art gallery in Bonnieux, jams from
a cherry festival in Casenuve, tapenades and placemats from a souvenir shop
in Fountain de Vaucluse.
I ate tender and tasty lamb wrapped in eggplant in St.
Pantaleon les Vignes, and rabbit in Apt.
I tried goat cheese, sheep's cheese, French coffees and
wines. I marveled at the amazing geology
of the mountains, explored the trees and plants, and tried to identify
birds. I hiked, I drank, and I sat by
the pool having deep conversations with deep people. I said "wow" and "yum" a lot! It was exotic and exciting.
But I was exhausted for almost the entire trip. I'm not complaining. Really.
I'm reminded of the song "My Body" by Young the Giant, which
goes "…my body tells me, 'no,' but I won't quit 'cause I want more." And I
wanted more of the experience of France.
I had physically prepared for this trip by working out and
increasing my time and distance on the treadmill. But I also studied meditation and practiced
awareness, and worked on living in each moment.
I had no problem with the walking, the climbing, the carrying
luggage. But I did have a problem with
fatigue from over- stimulation, communicating in another language, dealing with
disruptions in routine. By the third
day, I wrote in my journal that I was scared, didn't think I could make it to
the end of the week because I was just so tired, so overwhelmed.
But then my zen training took over and I told
myself to live in the moment. Just this
moment. Right now. Only right now. Don't worry about the rest of the week, worry
about just this moment. And I can get
through this one moment.
So I savored each moment.
Then another. Then another.
As I mentioned earlier, I brought back a few souvenirs (and pictures). But they really don’t matter. What matters is that I brought back a desire to continue to have fresh experiences, a willingness to try new foods, and a renewed confidence that I can
go out in the world again with multiple sclerosis and debilitating
fatigue. Even if it's just for one
So, YES, it was a good trip!
Back to Home Page PS - In case you missed it, here are links to my Heroic Journey: Part 1 - The Call Part 2 - After the Call Is Answered Part 3 - What to Take on a Heroic Journey