Some years ago when I quit my hospital job my
life changed in ways I´ve never dreamed …or yes I dream it and it became truth.
Had spent more or less six months since I quit
and that morning I woke up with something between my eyes, something that
itches a bit.
I started my day as always but in the afternoon
the itch started to bother more and more, and my forehead started to swell so I
went to a mirror and I realized something had bite me…but what?
I live in an apartment, seventh floor…no
garden, just a couple of plant pots in my terrace.
So I started to dig into my memory…some days
ago I saw a little spider in the corner of my room near my bed.
I call a friend who´s also a doctor in medicine
and he prescribe me some ATB and antihistamine, the day after I was a monster,
literally, my face swelled and my forehead itched more and more!
All my family and friends were concerned, my
mom wanted to start a spider hunting…
that´s me and my older nephew by that time
here you can see the bite almost healed...yes it was nasty
Me? I was in some kind of slow motion
mode...observing, witnessing.
The bite was in the exact middle of my forehead,
right where the third eye lie.
By that time I was playing concerts (yes, I´m a
singer, you can listen my cd here) and I always place a bindu in that exact
place.
A bindu is a rhinestone you put to point the
third eye, you get what I`m talking about ;-)
How could that possible be a casualty?
And some way in the middle of this process I
understood what the spider bite was showing me:
“Go back to the center, focus on what´s
important, don´t forget me…you´re never alone”
It took me more than a month to heal that bite
and I have a scar left so I never used my bindu again, a spider gave me one I will
never forget and I´m grateful for her service.
the scar today
And I didn´t allow my mom to hung or kill any
spider, and they never bite me again ;-)
My last three days have been complicated, every
time something big is coming to my life my sleeping rhythm turns irregular and turns my life upside down, believe me…that´s
not fun.
Yesterday while I was drawing this Animal
Mandala for September I realized I was drawing my own story, that little spider
keeps telling me where to focus…
She whispers…go back to the center my sweet
girl, you´re not alone, you can do this.
Finally last night I slept like a baby :-)
Have a bright day my dears, we are not alone
A sweet reminder:
Ghost Girls Class starts in a couple of weeks
book your spot before September 20 and save some money
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