As I sit here listening to Dystopia of High-Finesse and sipping The Guide – a pinot noir from Oregon with cherry notes – as opposed to vanilla or pepper – it occurred to me that the vacation I recently returned from is the first real vacation I’ve had in twelve years.
It isn’t so much that I haven’t traveled as that it was the first time I was able to completely relax and enjoy what I was doing.
Even my trip to Philly and DC in 2015 was overshadowed by the EMF Sensitivity. Yes, I was free of the symptoms, but I’d also moved to a new part of the country. Was I okay?
As I recall that wonderful trip, I can’t help but remember that I got sick after breakfast.
Oatmeal = phytic acid – and cantaloupe = high Sulphur – two detrimental components that had been making my life a living hell. – totally unknown to me at the time. All I knew is I felt icky but NEVER tied it to the “healthy” breakfast.
My daily trip to Starbucks set my system right.
The caffeine fed my adrenals.
I remember the incredible service at the Starbucks near the Smithsonian.
I know – which one?
My husband told me today he was meeting colleagues at a Starbucks near the customer and he had to ask “Which one?” because there were literally TWO in the same damned strip mall. How moronic is THAT?” (Speaking as a non-franchisee).
The service in DC was amazing – all smiles – and the atmosphere incredible. Outdoor tables with incredible energy and total chaos talking all at once.
I couldn’t help – ahem – overhearing a woman going on into the cell phone about showing up at court over some custody/court case with – I guess – the father of her child? “Girl…” Uh-huh. Cool.
Reminded me of living in the Detroit Metro Area – at one point in the top 3 most stressful and fast-paced cities in the nation, behind only NY and LA.
It was a breath of fresh air for this Midwest soul.
It was as if I’d never left…
It’s only in the transformation I’m experiencing that what the REAL vacation did for me is coming home.
I now understand all those other trips – including my beloved PA/VA trip – were not opportunities for me to truly relax.
Because I was still sick with toxic metals, even as my technology – read WIFI and Cellular and Bluetooth – symptoms were gone.
My vacation to the East was overshadowed by the cloud hanging over my head and my heart.
Every time (since 2009) we moved – a move motivated by an effort to find a HEALTHY (read SAFE)) place to live – I had to look my family in the eye and answer the unspoken question of Can we stay? Are we safe from chemical poisoning?
A horrible burden. What was I supposed ot say? I hope so?
Living with EMF Sensitivity has been a horrible burden in so many ways. It’s only now that I am – free.
I can’t say truly free because the spectre of the poisoning of me and my family will always be a part of my psyche. To try and dismiss it would be akin to disabling a smoke detector. Only an f-ing idiot would do so.
On my first real vacation – TRULY away from the burdens that have haunted me since I moved to the East Bay, CA and became sick – I relaxed – and reconnected to my soul in ways I am only now beginning to understand.
And my soul sings because of it.
But I will never ever forget.
I will never ever ever let down my guard. Fool me once…
Listening to Sam Tinnesz – Babel. INCREDIBLE…