My Perfect Life

Twice this week I have had people say "you seem to have the perfect life, you never have problems".

At the time I jumped to defending my problems and the difficulties in my life (lol- "NO- my life sucks too!"), but this morning in the quiet, I am having a sneaky suspicion that they may be right.

I am sitting here in appreciation. Is this because of the frame of seeing the last 11 years as a gift? The cancer (I've been wisely advised not to call it my cancer) was a
threat to this body, there was a possibility of her not making it. I wasn't really feeling that at the time, I was quite certain of survival. I do gladly take on each new year and all of the surprises, big and small, that come with them.

I do have problems, but what I'm realizing this morning is that I now have the tools to enjoy them.

My favorite job was in 1993-1995 in Colorado Springs, CO. I ended up being the 'wound care' specialist in the company that I worked for. In Colorado the Physical Therapists were allowed to use scalpels when Nurses were not and even as I sit here I can feel the glee of cleaning out wounds, cutting off the dead skin, picking out the bad parts.

When I came back to Canada I was disappointed to find out that our local nursing homes took excellent care of their clients and pressure sores were limited and the nurses handled them.

My scalpels and tweezers for the pressures sores of this life are:

`Ho'oponopono
`The Work of Byron Katie
`Robert Scheinfelds 'Busting Loose' Process
`Undoing the Ego- from my dear friends Nouk Sanchez and Tomas Vieira
`Serenity Prayer
`"This too shall pass"
`The lessons in A Course In Miracles
`Angels
`My Gratitude Buddy Kerry Sammon
`Energy Work

That is quite a toolbox. Every day I have a chance to use these tools and cut away the dead from my life, leaving me raw sometimes, but open to heal and with fresh joyful growth.

I'm grateful to my friends for bringing up my perfect life this week, and glad to realize that I am still doing my favorite job- healing wounds.