one crumb the same as another

Sometimes life is like one crumb being just like the other crumb, only slight alterations.....where is the wind of fresh innovation, new ideas, a brisk wind blowing through the land and depositing new fruit from exotic lands...that have never been seen or heard about. Inventors - they were the one's who saw with vision, who could see the land in a different way, who brought new thoughts, new plans, new ways of seeing, ....it takes courage to believe and take chances with "foolishness". But than all innovators looked foolish or mad but the gift lived on and left a legacy behind....Once upon a time there was a being who lived an ordered life and found an ordered house and lived in an ordered world, and worked in an ordered factory and no one knew he thought very unordered thoughts but one day he went for a walk in the forest and down by the river the being found some unusual unordered crumbs and was never the same again...........HOME?

Crumbs you say???

 

The First Crumb....X zzzzzma

Today is the beginning of following the crumbs in the blogging forest-my first entry .....finding one's way home in the midst of great complexities....the crumb for the day is about the endurance of physical discomfort and endurance. Being a Nurse I have encountered many individuals with chronic physical pain that is endless Being full of diverging paths of complexity that hinder one's feeling hopeless. I had more familiarity with emotional pain but have in the last 6 months experienced my first real experience of chronic unrelenting physical discomfort....they say that eczema is just a skin disorder with just a slight of the tongue it is whispered in the breeze ....just a rash....just redness....nothing some steroid cream can't cure......but as the whisper is spoken in the breeze it becomes a raging hurricane in the body blowing on every fiber of reason and sense....just a rash...red, burning like a piercing firebrand,the flesh becoming a pincushion not knowing when the unsuspecting red hot needle will thrust it's nebulous firey tip into the skin-where did that come from-owwwwww. The fire and heat compared to summer's worst sunburn cannot hold a match to this inferno and than a cool breeze and one can feel the fever of hot in the body and cold mixed like a man entering a house of warmth on a cold winter day-it sends a chill through the air but surely no relief. There is no escape from this inferno...and with the fire is the unrelenting itch , the itch that is more than poison ivy, more than a thousand mosquito bites, the itch of wanting to deglove one's flesh to bring relief, the itch that comes when asleep and keeps one's eyes wide open in the middle of the darkness waiting for a tiny moment of relief.....salves, creams, herbs, poultice's, water's, foods, burdock, dandelion, cortisone, oils swishing and swashing, enymes, and juices, stress reduction, fasts and cleanses, biopsies, the words and wisdom of multitudes...have you tried this?? Have you tried that??? But no answer is found.....Looking for the way home---I need some crumbs-they have all been eaten..... Sue