by Ek Ong Kaar Kaur Khalsa
February was a rough month for me. Somewhere around Feb. 8th, I started to feel feverish and dizzy. And with this flu thatâ€™s been going around, I ended up in bed for almost three weeks. Temperature reaching 102 degrees, hours and hours re-reading every Harry Potter book, too tired to do anything more than drink Emergency-C, take my Chinese herbs and watch the sun rise and set through my bedroom window.
Iâ€™ve got a 5 karma, in the parlance of yogic numerology. It means that I process a lot through the physical body. Iâ€™d like to say that those weeks in bed were because of the flu. But the flu was only part of it. The real reason my body had such a hard time fighting off that little virus was because of my heart. Because of this grief that I just canâ€™t seem to shake.