tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10246967.post-7702392830188466332008-04-30T14:16:00.001-04:002008-05-01T14:18:27.196-04:00I want to wash the cells of my body with compassion. I want to wash the cells of the muscles that scream in pain at almost every moment of every day. How can I simply cleanse those areas of the aches and pains that dog my every moment? I've imagined removing the offending muscles and scrubbing them on an old-fashioned washboard, then squeezing them out and hanging them to dry in the sun. How I wish that that were possible. But reality reminds me that my muscles are stationary in my body, non-removable and permanent, and for better or worse they are mine for the duration.<br /><br />Wash them clean? Scrub the pain away? Erase the trauma that lives at the root, at the place where the cells coalesce into scar tissue?<br /><br />I enter the offending cells, and I identify the mitochondria and other organelles that live in a state of eternal inflammation. The prostaglandins and other chemicals on perpetual alert are sent on a long coffee-break, and I set to work with a scrub brush, burnishing the cells, removing debris with a microscopic dust-pan, sweeping out the physiological corners that are dusty with the detritus of pain. A high-pressure hose of compassionate cleansing clears the decks, and a clean slate of pristine muscle and tissue is left in its wake.<br /><br />Can I truly do this with my mind?Keith, RNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03581947410641941224noreply@blogger.com