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“Every great work, every big accomplishment, has been brought into manifestation through holding to the vision, and often just before the big achievement, comes apparent failure and discouragement,” by Florence Scovel Shinn.

How fearless would you be for a loved one (and yes that includes yourself)?

Image1lokiI have  two cats. Loki is fearless — for herself. She is blind and nothing gets in her way of getting what she wants. She demands to be let outside, where she runs around the yard, sniffs and explores. If she walks off the deck — she shakes herself off and keeps going. But she really has no interest in defending or taking care of anyone else.

Image8noxImage1stairsNox is afraid of almost everything: getting stepped on, loud noises, getting left outside, being alone… but to me she is the braver of the two cats. She is TERRIFIED  and I do mean TERRIFIED of the basement stairs. I have  bribed her with treats, held her, worked at a stair at time — but she goes insane with fear. YET.. when I go in the basement — no matter where she is in the house — no matter what she was doing — somehow she knows.  She waits at the top of the stairs. When she sees me at the bottom rung — she meows frantically telling me to come to safety. She NEVER leaves until I am safe on the top landing. She will not leave the utility room until I have closed the door and walked forward.

Image1noxImage3noxIf you read my post yesterday, you know I wrote about stairs on a staircase being like the steps of different emotions. As I tried to get the “right” photo — Nox waited for me to make my way to the top. I took “so long” in cat time that for the first time — she felt the need to take a step toward me. This is bravery. This is selfless love.

So how does this relate to the second part of my post title? Living with MCS is like facing the terrifying basement every second of every day. I would describe to you one of my “normal” days but I don’t have one. Image4geeselakeImage6catbirdYesterday, I walked in the woods and physically felt pretty good. Later, I walked through my living room and my tongue got itchy. I was sick to my stomach. My head hurt. My balance was off. Although, my windows were closed, apparently, the wind blew some of the toxic chemicals from the roofing job across the street right into my living room. I had to leave my own house. Today, I again walked in the woods. It was beautiful. On the way home, a teenager late for school ran by. Unfortunately, he wasn’t late enough that he skipped spraying himself with some type of fragrance. I do not feel well.

Image5nestbirdSo I am NOT fearless but I am brave. I know that any day at any time an exposure to: the toxic chemicals in “fragrances” or to pesticides in foods or to second-hand smoke … could kill me. We ALL have a scary basement to face. I hope that you have the love and support you need to face the terrifying place that haunts you. And I pray that you never have to know what life is like with MCS.

If you’re still using anything with a synthetic fragrance: laundry soap, candles, make-up, cleaning supplies, garbage bags, deodorant…. please read one of the many blogs about MCS and ask yourself why?

Today’s Intention: Thrive while I survive.



What’s your “scary basement”? What do you do to face your fears? Who or what inspires you to be brave?