There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." From this perspective, life with Lyme became a process of patience and compassion, both for myself and for the people around me. No longer could I approach the path I was on with aversion and hurriedness, because it just wouldn’t work. I had to take naps. I had to sleep in. I was suddenly forced to live day by day and to speak honestly and compassionately with both my body and mind as well as the world around me. I became, in short, a much nicer person. A much more patient person. An increasingly aware and balanced person, moreso than ever before. And, not surprisingly, the symptoms started to fade. Not that I was concerned with the speed of them (now being all patient and compassionate and whatnot), but they faded pretty darn fast. That quantum-leap healing stuff you might hear about? Yeah, that happened. And so, is it over yet? It’s almost a year later, so how am I now? Lymes
