One Of Those Odd Days


Photo taken by Wuan at St. Francis Xavier Church.

For a good part of last month and this, I have been alternating between lofty spirits and heavy swirls of negativities. Depression has been a constant companion. I blame that on the weather, on medication, on diet, on health, on everything else. My conversations with God has been far and few in between. My spiritual rudder broke in the midst of all those disheartening events that had been plaguing me lately.

Most times, like a man trapped in quicksand, I trashed about, hoping, praying, and trying to prevent myself from sinking deeper. That, no doubt, was an exercise in futility. The more I struggled, the deeper I sank. On really bad days, I became extremely listless. My senses numbed and my reflexes slowed. Getting up from bed took great effort. That alone would drain me of spirit and energy.

On the odd days when the pall seemed to be lifting, I still get tired fast. Performing the simplest of tasks would leave me breathless. My attention span was brief at its best. I would rather listen to music than watch television. Too much stimuli would overload my senses to the extent that I would feel boxed-in. Nevertheless, on those few good days, living was more bearable.

Today – today is another of those odd days. Words, although they do not pour in torrents, are trickling in constant droplets, just enough for me to write coherently. The sun is shinning bright. The constant stream of breeze is surprisingly cool and refreshing. I am in a jovial mood. And I even had a t?te-?-t?te with God this morning, the first in many days. Things are looking good. If only everyday is like this.

Not wanting to let this buoyant mood go to waste, I finished a short inspirational piece that I began writing when Wuan was here in February. It is a reminder to myself of this faith journey with Jesus that I have wholeheartedly embraced. It is also to lead me back to the right path should my faith become shallow, like what has been happening lately.

Take this torch, son, and follow the trail that it illuminates before you. The path ahead will not always be easy. Sometimes it is wide and well trodden. The glow will be thrown far. You will be able to see what is ahead of you clearly. Sometimes it will be narrow and windy. Overgrown weeds will obscure the track. Walk on anyway.

Eventually there will not even be a shadow of a path. You will think that you are lost. Keep the flame burning for you will be easily lost indeed. This light will guide you around the thickets and thorns that will be obstructing the way.

You may be weary. Do not despair. Every step that you take, no matter easy or with great effort, will bring you closer to what you are seeking. And remember, you will never be alone for I shall always be with you, till the end of time.

“I am the light of the world; anyone who follows me will not be walking in the dark, but will have the light of life.” (Jn 8:12 NJB)

Wisdom of the Domesticated Wild

Pets are more than mere companions. Over the years, Mum had kept dogs and cats. They were great teachers especially on instinctive survival at its most basic. They never ever whimpered or howled incessantly when ill. They would seek out their favourite spots and recuperate quietly there.

They seldom needed to see the veterinarian. One that did died. She was hale and hearty when we sent her in to have her ingrown nail problem treated. The vet gave her an injection and she went to dog heaven afterwards. He gave some lame excuses about her having a weak heart and all. Truthfully, it was more like she died of an allergic reaction to the antibiotics.

Pets are great teachers because they still listen to their own bodies. By observing them, I learnt a lot. Their domestication had not taken away those primal natures that are essential to their continued existence. They eat when hungry, sleep when tired and do everything else in between. I thought how wonderful it would be if I could listen to my own body just like them.

Emulate them I did the past week. I have been seeking my favourite spot to recuperate – my bed. I have been taking long naps in the afternoon. Those extended siestas were refreshing. I woke up with a slightly less dull mind and more vigour to carry me through to dinner for my next energy boost. The only drawback is that I have very little time for anything else.

In time, I hope my body will adapt better to Detrusitol and the diet. The side effects have become less apparent. I am slowly getting used to taking less meat and more meals. I am performing my intermittent catheterisation diligently and according to schedule. I have done my part. That is all I can do. The rest, I leave to God’s Providence.