I’ve returned from my scouting expedition out west. Man, was that intense! And this week is still intense as we try to nail down a lease so we have somewhere to live by the end of August.
Because I’m kind of drained, I’m not going to write much, but I will say the only PTSD symptom to significantly impact my well-being during my week away was stomach pain. It was related to IBS to an extent, but also due to stress and trying to “digest” so much new information. This was most noticeable the last day. An hour before my ride to the airport, I was in severe pain–so I laid me down and did deep breathing for twenty minutes (slow inhale to a count of eight, hold count of eight, exhale count of eight, hold count of eight) and the pain was reduced by 90%. When I got back to our apartment in Chicago, the residual pain left within an hour.
Here are some photos from The Arizona Inn. It was built in 1930 and attracted the likes of the Roosevelts (the owner was one of Eleanor’s bridesmaids), Howard Hughes, Clark Gable, Gary Cooper and so on. I loved the architecture.
Nearing sundown from my patio.
Free New York Times every morning. I was in heaven. Note: Gatorade to rebalance my electrolytes after “colon blow”.
I loved these old-fashioned fixtures.
Doesn’t this look like a perfect spot for writing your memoirs or novel?
The library had the coolest old books. Mostly first editions.
I read a wonderful near-death experience book on the way back from AZ called Beyond Sight (The True Story of a Near-Death Experience) by Marion Rome. When she was on the Other Side, she was flabbergasted to see that flowers have souls. I took a picture of this little soul at Midway Airport. Hello Beautiful!
Ms. Rome also said what I’ve read in many other near-death experience books–that all that matters in the end is love.
I send (safe) love to you, dear reader.