This morning’s meditation involved a journey through my immune system. Ever done that? Keep reading, and I'll explain the process...

I’ve managed to come down with a cold of some sort, and I have a lil trick I use for expediting the healing process. I haven’t had to use it in quite some time luckily, but the stress of the move and work finally caught up to me. If you’ve been reading my story for the last couple of weeks, you understand what I’ve been up to/up against.

What you may NOT know, is that I have an adorable tiny tattoo behind my right ear of a white blood cell wearing a nurse’s cap. Rob tattooed it on me several years ago, during one of my college courses (I'll post a pic later, when we're not in the midst of moving!). I became fascinated with how the white blood cells work and the intricate processes they perform. They deserved to be adorned on the outside of my body.

The tattoo’s a great conversation piece. It gives me a great excuse to explain the functions of white blood cells, should someone ever ask about the tattoo. In this instance, I just use it as a reason to give you unsolicited information about your body. (No worries, it’ll be very basic biology!)

Point is, when I don’t feel well, I envision my white blood cells (aka nurses) going about, doing their healing thing. It helps me hone in specifically on where the disruption or imbalance is, and provide assistance to the body part in need.

When I sat to meditate this morning, I was suddenly reminded of this technique, so I gave it a whirl.

Within seconds, I was a tiny cell in the midst of a war. Literally—it looked like a scene in a Oliver Stone movie…think “Platoon”. I heard someone calling for back up, and troops come to his aide. I saw some white cells die, while others were attacking the foreign invaders. A group of them instinctively knew what needed to be done without saying a word. They banded together in a circle, holding hands. (Fortunately, they didn’t sing Kumbaya, or I may have lost focus!)

They were taking out the bad guys, and knew they needed greater numbers to succeed.

I heard a sergeant cry out for liquid (yeah, they have a ranking order, just like our armed forces!). He was talking to me…the little cell just observing it all. "What…am I a fireman now? I’m just here to observe it all!"

The next thing I knew, a few of them were looking up towards a beam of light. A beam of light that I suddenly realized was coming thru the crown of my head, bathing all my cells in this glorious healing gem of goodness. The REAL backup had arrived. It washed over my entire body, flushing out cells of every kind—good and bad. “There’s always casualties in every war, Mrs. Peacock!”, as Colonel Mustard said in the movie “Clue.”

Our cells have multiple ways of protecting us and notifying us of harm. Inflammation is a lovely mess of liquid where a threatened area is covered with fluid, so your blood cells can do their job in peace. Kind of like a quarantine unit, if you will. The same holds true for mucous and phlegm—this is yet more sludge and goo, created to quickly bathe harmful cells in a sticky liquid that our bodies can quickly dispel of. Coughing, sneezing…more ways the body quickly expels something it doesn’t want inside of us.

It’s fascinating, really. It’s why I’m not always so anxious for people to take anti-inflammatory’s or pain-killers, to be perfectly honest. These ailments are natural signals something is wrong, and there’s an imbalance. Don’t get me wrong, there IS a place for these treatments. But like antibiotics and flu shots, we rely too heavily on a Band-Aid, rather than an actual cure.

The body is an AMAZING vessel—it’s sad how much we take it for granted every day. I’m no exception, by the way. It wasn’t until this morning, that I saw how hard I’ve been running my poor body ragged, expecting it to just give and give. And why shouldn’t I expect this? I meditate. I sleep my 7 hours and eat well. I drink my water and herbal teas. I give myself basic lymphatic massages on a near-daily basis.

I also often work too hard. Those cells let me know just how hard I’ve been working them lately.

Unfortunately, we had to have a sit down, because we’re a week away from THE MOVE. I asked for a little cooperation, in exchange for some medication (backup), increased vitamins (more backup), and as much rest as I could possibly muster. I think they’re working with me on this…

In the meantime, I’ll continue to meditate daily, journeying through my immune system, until I’m back to optimal health. I vowed to offer assistance where I can, and continue listening to what my body is asking for.

You’d be surprised at the Wisdom that lies within your trillions of cells. If you ever wish to try a journey through your body to find the source of a pain, let me know how it worked for you! I’d love to hear what you found.