Overcoming Multiple Sclerosis in a country it rarely exists
Its hard and definitely not easy, but I keep on learning. This morning I tried to “run” again and realized very quick (to be more specific “at the first step”) my body seems to have forgotten how running works. So I decided to give me and my body more time.
Quite often I feel like a new born baby and before a baby can run, it needs to walk. So I keep on trying. Walking without the support of my walking-stick was a good and important decision.
Is it true? A very friendly and quite young man has putten around 25 needles in my body, told me to relax and wait 35 minutes. Then he left the “cabin”. Around me just a language I roughly identified as Chinese and some rather unidentifiable sounds. Afterwards an assistant(?) removed the needles and I paid 200k Rupiah to the man stitching the needles all over my body.
Darn right. It was the second acupuncture-treatment of my life and even though it hurried a bit, it feels… well… quite okay good so far.
…are the needles in my head, in my legs and in my arms. Lets pray for the higher cause!
It’s not the meditation and it’s not the yoga. It’s not the jamu, it’s not the fruits and it’s not Bali or Indonesia.
It’s much more, it’s the sum of it all together. I don’t want to call it holistic, because it’s not, but the mind working together with the body, is important and finally I am starting to feel a bit(!) better.
Sumba is different to Bali. The climate is more rough, meaning its less humid, hotter in daytime and colder in the night. Maybe its the climate that also affect the people here. A darker skin, a slightly more aboriginal look and definitely less western people. In fact I haven’t seen one yet.
Life is a circle and from time to time it starts closing. I don’t get why, but I´d give a lot to understand.
I don’t know what a psychiatrist would diagnose me, but I know my horizon has widened enormous in the 13 months that I am in Bali now. I realize so much and I am working on understanding and accepting things. Maybe more than ever before in my life.
Yesterday I spoke with a friend about my admiration for Werner Herzog. He listened carefully and interested. Than he told about a fascinating documentary he had recently seen about the dark times of Suharto reigning in Indonesia by the name “The act of Killing” and guess what? Werner Herzog co-produced it.