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Born on a Thursday #30: Auras

I've had the trippy experience today of almost having a full-on migraine but catching it before it got debilitating. I started seeing an aura around 2:00 this afternoon (c-shape in my field of vision with flashes of rainbow-colored light, which made it difficult to actually see for a while). I had an appointment downtown, so instead of lying down, I walked the couple of miles to town, got to the store and bought some generic Exedrin®. My entire sensory experience was otherwordly, colors and sounds seemed intensified. It wasn't unenjoyable actually, but I wouldn't want to be like this everyday - and of course there was the thought in the back of my mind, "Gee, it would really suck if this was a stroke."

migraine sunset (c) 2013 Holly TroyI’ve had the trippy experience today of almost having a full-on migraine but catching it before it got debilitating. I started seeing an aura around 2:00 this afternoon (c-shape in my field of vision with flashes of rainbow-colored light, which made it difficult to actually see for a while). I had an appointment downtown, so instead of lying down, I walked the couple of miles to town, got to the store and bought some generic Exedrin®. My entire sensory experience was otherwordly, colors and sounds seemed intensified. It wasn’t unenjoyable actually, but I wouldn’t want to be like this everyday – and of course there was the thought in the back of my mind, “Gee, it would really suck if this was a stroke.”

Right now I feel sort of fragmented, and am a little head-achey. More tired and stiff than anything, and my hands are a little shaky. I get migraines about once every five or six years, and when they are full-on, I am wasted with nausea. So, I’m glad I’m pretty much just tired and sore.

On the walk home I was thinking about September 11th. I found these poems I wrote about it. Looks like I was having a hard time “digesting” the situation. They are both experiments in formal poetic styles, perhaps some unconscious attempt at controlling the chaos I was feeling.

Wish I Were the Earth

Wish I were the earth
could open my mouth
and swallow the blur.

Turn a wail to a purr
in my warm dark house
if I were the earth.

A natural re-birth
on deep stable ground
if I could swallow the blur.

Wouldn’t leave me to murmur
my pain in your couch
if I were the earth.

A place to clear hurt
to quiet loud sounds
and dissolve the blur.

Fear turns to dirt
when it is found
that I am the earth.
I will swallow the blur.

* * * * * * * *

Humid

Breath is pulled from my lungs,
my throat goes hollow
every time a howling
fire truck wails down the street.

My throat goes hollow,
I could swallow those anxious faces peering
from the fire truck wailing down the street.
It would be safer in my mouth—

I could swallow those anxious faces peering,
despite pounding temples and blurred time.
It would be safer in my mouth—
I could shout a warning.

In spite of pounding temples and blurred time,
every time there’s a howling
it’s a warning
that’s been pulled from my lungs.

* * * * * * * *

Have a great week everyone!

Thanks for reading.

Namaste,

Holly

I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

4 comments on “Born on a Thursday #30: Auras

  1. Nice work Red! Your experience sounds like an ascension symptom – temporary discomfort as you activate, release and reboot. I had a very rare headache a few weeks ago and some of my friends and patients have had similar too. Wouldn’t be surprised if your pineal / pituitary got activated and you’re more psychically synchronized now! 🙂 ❤

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    • that would be groovy, G! i have been sleeping a lot lately (my hours at work got cut in half – so . . . taking advantage of the time to rest) – pineal getting jacked up. also, been meditating at least 20 minutes once a day, sometimes twice. xoxo

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  2. Edmond Monnet.

    Nice poetry Holly. Thanks for sharing.

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