This is my Once Upon A Time (2)

  Back to "broken". A little while ago, my beautiful wife and I were listening to an energy balancing meditation. During this meditation. The woman would ask a question. Then she would stay quiet for a moment allowing for your deepest part of truth to surface. Here we are. My wife and I sitting on the couch, eyes closed, deep breathing listening to the questions one after the next. When she asks something like "When did this block occur, at what age or life time?" This is when I burst into tears and am sobbing from the core of who I am. Why? What was my answer? 

  It was from birth that something was "wrong " with me! Are you kidding me?! How is a person supposed to even do LIFE when they are messed up from the entrance into it? AHHHHHHHH!!!! Oh you just do ;). Well you cry at this realization and you sit with your beautiful wife who reminds you of the tools in your arsenal. BAMM BABY a clearing is born. 

  Now since you have no idea what the crap I am talking about. The next conversation that occurs between mom and I looks something like this.

Me - Do you remember if when I was born people said there was something "wrong " with me?

Mom - No, I don't think anyone said "wrong". I remember them saying something about hyper something or other of your muscles.

Me - Okay, so maybe not the word "wrong" exactly. Did the doctors and nurses make comments about my body? I know Dad used to tell me how cute it was that my little fists were so tightly 

clenched shut that he could lift me up by them.

Mom - I don't think anyone said anything.

Me - Hmmm maybe I picked up on how they were feeling. The unspoken, the energy of the "weirdness" of my little body.

  I was born with something that later we would find out is known as Marfanz. This is when the connective tissue in your wee little fleshy body is either beyond flexible (double jointed) or shortened due from a lack of flexibility. This can cause the lenses in your eyes to be dislocated to one side or the other. Mine of course were doing their own thing and floating about , which meant I was legally blind (shapes, shadows and close up). I was a tightly strung little bundle of joy. If you consider a colicky baby who is stiff as board, a bundle of joy? My amazing family DID consider me a bundle of joy. Thank you more please!

See you tomorrow. Good night all

Love Christi