I fell in love during a Zoom consultation with an Ayurvedic doctor. He is in India and I’m in Canada, so we met in a space between my sunrise and his sunset. I’m pretty sure the magical dust of the opposing transitions helped my heart flutter all about.
I didn’t mean that I fell in love with him. Sure he was sweet enough, allowing me to list off a few of the symptoms that have been making me crazy (see last Wednesday’s post if you’re the type who loves to know what’s wrong with someone). After listening for some time, he smiled and said: “Your body is perfect.”
I melted. I swooned. I fell to my knees.
Of course he wasn’t telling me I’m a supermodel (and thank Goddess for that). He wasn’t telling me that nothing is wrong and it’s all in my head (even though it kind of was). He was telling me that we don’t really get to know all the reasons why something is happening. Sometimes we will never know, no matter how hard we look. But we can trust. And often that is the medicine we most need.