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The Breath of Dawn
In 1988 I had a series of dreams in which my thigh-length hair had been cut while I slept. Clairvoyant? Perhaps. Psychic? Maybe. It's really anyone's guess. In the mornings, I'd awaken and reach for my hair-then sigh a deep breath of relief as I felt my hair still there. But weeks later events changed. Here is an excerpt from The Breath of Dawn, a Journey of Everyday Blessings. www.createspace.com/3546000
I awakened to an attractive woman bending over the bed examining the area below the mattress.
“I like my patients to be raised a little when they have a feeding tube,” she said. Still feeling lost in space like John Glenn’s worse nightmare, I stared at her as if one of us were seemingly out of place.
“My name is Susan, I’m your day nurse,” she said smiling. Susan’s appearance made me feel secure and protected.
I tried to take a deep breath, my chest spasmed. My breath remained shallow. My exhalations froze like being punched in the stomach preventing my next inhalation.
I had a tube hanging from my nose. I couldn’t see where it went but it hung from a silver pole on my right. A hose came out of my urethra and ran to a clear plastic bag. Saliva trickled down my chin. I leaned my head back on the pillow somehow managing to let the saliva drool down my throat, as if shell-shocked.
Every waking moment seemed focused on problem solving to meet my momentary needs but the biggest problem was that my mind didn’t fully grasp that a bigger problem existed.
...it was my purpose to know
what was going on within myself.
Carl Jung
(end of quote)
Recovering from a near death illness often sounds sad but for the person who lives to tell the story, it is nothing short of a miraculous inspiration.
Ready my story. What a perfect gift for Christmas: a story of restoration and rebirth.
Happy holidays. Until next time,
I awakened to an attractive woman bending over the bed examining the area below the mattress.
“I like my patients to be raised a little when they have a feeding tube,” she said. Still feeling lost in space like John Glenn’s worse nightmare, I stared at her as if one of us were seemingly out of place.
“My name is Susan, I’m your day nurse,” she said smiling. Susan’s appearance made me feel secure and protected.
I tried to take a deep breath, my chest spasmed. My breath remained shallow. My exhalations froze like being punched in the stomach preventing my next inhalation.
I had a tube hanging from my nose. I couldn’t see where it went but it hung from a silver pole on my right. A hose came out of my urethra and ran to a clear plastic bag. Saliva trickled down my chin. I leaned my head back on the pillow somehow managing to let the saliva drool down my throat, as if shell-shocked.
Every waking moment seemed focused on problem solving to meet my momentary needs but the biggest problem was that my mind didn’t fully grasp that a bigger problem existed.
...it was my purpose to know
what was going on within myself.
Carl Jung
(end of quote)
Recovering from a near death illness often sounds sad but for the person who lives to tell the story, it is nothing short of a miraculous inspiration.
Ready my story. What a perfect gift for Christmas: a story of restoration and rebirth.
Happy holidays. Until next time,
