Migraine #2 of 2016

My wonderful intention to write 3 hours a day is hitting a wall with the migraines. Only January 15 and already two days when the eyes cannot move without pain and words will not come. Well here's the thing: I will write when I can, and when I can't, I will sit with that, breathe into it, and let be what must be. The intention continues, even if the body cannot match it.

I have turned comments off for now. Bless you for the beautiful comments and thoughts yesterday, and for your sympathies. Migraines have been part of my life since I was a teenager. I have a good neurologist who is herself a migraineur. I am doing all that can be done, diet and medications, supplements, exercise, meditation, etc. And yet they come. Some brains are like this. I focus on all the parts of me that don't hurt, breathe, and wait for the thing to take its course. Like a rock tumbling in a stream, I am solid, part of the rush and the tumble, but heavier than the moving water. 

I will probably quit counting them at some point. For now, the view from my window, raindrops catching sunlight that pierces my eyes like nine-inch nails.