Day 3 The last time i danced

Unknown to me at the time, i had been experiencing TMS for 11 months, with increasing symptoms mirroring my increasing caregiving in response to my father’s decreasing functionality. My father died and a week later i was at a Van Morrison concert (tickets purchased months ago). I hadn’t dared to dance since I’d had my “injury” the previous year but the music was as exhilarating as i remembered it when i was 17. I couldn’t resist jumping out of my chair into the aisle to dance wildly to an extraordinary blues number of harmonica licks, drums, sax, and sublime vocals. I danced like i used to more than 50 years ago. Dancing, especially unreserved and wild, had always been my happy place. It felt great, but then i got a stabbing, painful twitch and thought oh-oh, I’ve really done it now. And indeed i had; i sat down. The pain started to burn, throb, sting and radiated its intensity from my groin to my hip to my leg to my pelvis. I needed ushers and friends to help me out of my chair. They levitated me, as I moaned and groaned all the way out of the theatre into the passenger seat of a waiting car. My friends got me home, put me in bed where i lay for a week afraid of the intense pain that would come with any shift of position. Getting up to pee was excruciating. Then i read Sarno. Five weeks later, its incomprehensible to me that my mindbody would have inflicted such pain. I still have pain but not like that and i’m working through it. In retrospect, that pain is what it took to get me to stop everything and look at my life. I’m so grateful to have found you all. I think of this wiki as a living breathing community of traveling companions. I had a dream the other night, little of which i could remember, but that which i do is the small grassy path i found after looking all over for way across the deep, forbidding canyons that were keeping me from reaching the big road that led to my destination. Thank you for this well marked SEP path.