Sick
Sick
A bug
A virus
Cure, need a cure
Sick, sickness
Illuminated brain area
Sick
Blue, the color blue
Fire, fire spot
Life slips
Sick
A bender
Pass
The state of this world feels like a stomach flu mixed with bipolar disorder. There is no balance in medication, and no recovery anytime soon. The green puss coating my heart is due to micro and macro environments. For now, all I can do is collect intelligence.
It amazes me how the body reacts, and even changes according to what is going on inside the mind. Life is inside, out, to inside again, and out again. Start with how you feel on the inside, and it is projected out – first through the body, then to the universe. The universe comes back, absorbed through the body to get to the mind. The mind decides to either take action and give back transformed energy, or succumb to what is being absorbed. The body and universe follow suit. The great equalizer is gratitude, no matter what is exchanging.
The body is being challenged therefore can feel ill during the process of transformation. And worse, if in the exchange is only filled with venom, then total sickness.
The world around me, close to me, and in me, is ill – and I look the way I feel.
Image: Sasha Vinci | L’Eterna Attesa – The Eternal Wait – 2008 – mix media
Valerie Marie Leslie 