“What is called good is perfect and what is called bad is just as perfect.”
Walt Whitman

From hurt to sick

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After leaving abruptly Andreea went into a series of very hectic and busy days … 3 consecutive births that aligned perfectly one after another but left her without sleep for 3 or 4 days.

I was slowly recollecting myself … and for the most part getting better

Then the day before yesterday, just past 13:00 Levente appears. He came to check on me Andreea had been trying to reach me from the previous evening and for some reason (!?) my phone wasn’t ringing.

A couple of night before that Andreea dreamt I had died … we don’t take our dreams literally and not too seriously … but we do pay attention to them and let them, if possible, assimilate …

When she couldnt’ reach me she panicked, for real … and so called Ildi and Levente and asked them to check on me

Andreea and I spoke, everything was fine …

I went outside to move my body a bit … some light physical work, and to my surprise came back with rough breathing

Later that evening we spoke and Andreea said she felt her anxiety leave … and given our connection … it may have passed on to me

Practiced at rough breathing … I waited it out slowly, patiently and it passed … and was replaced by a resurrection of my sensitive throat … with more intensity.

Since then I have drifted into illness … weak, soar throat, congested … though to my surprise not too distracted …

Taking natural stuff to support my body and riding it out.

time and again surprised by the intensity and depth of the connection Andreea and I have …

a demanding relationship

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