This morning, I’m grateful. I haven’t been able to wake up at my usual 2:22 the last two days, maybe because of the new medicine, but I feel my body healing. After this last seizure, I can finally close my hand all the way — that’s a blessing.
I got up, did my yoga and 600 push-ups, and then came to church. I can’t explain how much peace I find in coming here every morning. Even though I sleep outside in the park, I feel like a billionaire because of the silence, the prayer, and the discipline. The closer I get to God, the less noise I hear.
My body is shifting — sometimes I feel locked up, but I know I’m moving toward my goals: to sit fully in Lotus pose, to run again, and to live in peace. Every step, I feel more like a guru. People may not understand, but I can’t deny the joy.
I want to be able to read more, to keep growing, and to have my own place before winter comes. I don’t want to go back to shelters. I’m asking God to open a door here in this neighborhood, because I want to stay close to this church.
When the priest looked me in the eye and said “the body of Christ” today, I felt the deepest connection. For that, I am grateful.
I am healing, I am disciplined, and I am at peace.
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