My heart goes out to anyone who has suffered a wide range of pain (different strengths, different types, etc). I feel you. Pain is such a rainbow of things– like those “variety packs” of sugary-awesome cereal I’d beg my mom to buy as a kid:
PAIN! Now in 5 great flavors!
Physical! Chronic! Mental! Emotional! and now in delicious new ANXIETY! Mmm!
The crevasse between brain and body
is still deemed so…
Well, the little nugget of wisdom I found (posted in this entry, below) will probably come as a great relief to you . It’s yet another fantastic clip I mined from my favorite book, Rob Brezsny’s “Pronoia.” Mr. Brezsny is a genius at collecting wonderfully random (yet cohesive) nuggets and bringing them to the masses. This one is a quote he reprinted from David Pearce of hedweb.com, which addresses the chasm between brain and body which is still deemed so unpassable by most of our modern western medical community. I think the tide is starting to turn, though, and I can’t wait for the day when more and more credible, respected doctors start to acknowledge that there IS no high-security gate; no danger-ridden Mexican border crossing between our neck and our heads.
This separation is so entrenched it’s as if we’re still living in a segregated society without knowing it– with white bodies and black heads– we’re not allowed to drink at the same water fountain.
Oh yeah? Well, I have a dream, too,
One day the medical community will consider our brains and our bodies as one big happy country just walkin’ around & talkin’ and thinkin’ (and according to that last charmingly colloquial tone I just took, not using the letter “G” either).
Look, don’t judge me, okay?! I go
“folksy” when I talk about heavy sh**. So
MovinG on… I decided to pen a verrrrrry short one-act play for two actors: the body & the brain.
I call it…
THE HORSE OF A DIFFERENT COLOR
Location: A heavily guarded border-crossing somewhere in the desert between body & brain.
Bodyguard: Can I see your papers ma’am?
Brain: What do you mean, papers? I’m YOU! Andyou’re me! We’re all one!
Bodyguard: Unh huh. Sorry ma’am, can’t let you pass. And if you’re smart, you’ll keep quiet with all that commie-pinko-tree-lovin’-“were all one” happy horseshit.
Brain: But… please! I won’t be long.
Bodyguard: NO can do, smartypants.
Brain: (Manipulative crying– she’s good. Really good) But she’s sick, and she needs me and….
Bodyguard: (now also crying, but genuinely) All right, all right. Don’t get your neuron-panties in a wad. Who is it you’re here to see?
Brain: (Sniffle sniffle) My kid…ney.
Bodyguard: (Suddenly sporting a colorful turban, a handle-bar moustache, and speaking in a crazy, flamboyant accent.) Well!!! THAT’S A HORSE OF A DIFFERENT COLOR! Come right in!
Well, why didn’t ya THAY tho??