Greg: Special Delivery

Greg, sweetie,

Yeah. Listen. About this whole "sickness" thing you've got going on. Nobody likes it. Seriously. You gotta cut it out. That's enough now.

And when you get well enough, we'll tell you all the crazy things we've been doing in your honour while you've been "out." Like a few days ago, I went to Le Notre and ordered an Orange Mechanic because it reminds me of you. And also because, as you know, the word "mechanic" always makes me a little hot. 

Admittedly, it isn't my favourite drink. But I drank it for you, baby. All for you. And as I did, I imagined that it wasn't me drinking it, but you. And that as it moved from your mouth to your throat, down to your stomach, it was taking with you all the healing energy of all the sunshine in all the land.

Indeed, I've been sending you all kinds of healing energy. And not just in the abstract. I am really quite specific about it all. I've developed the kind of process that only those who are both distraught and unemployed can come up with. It involves a very clear mental image I have of you lying in the sun at the Ritz (getting progressively pinker, as I recall). I summon up that image, and then I turn my hands into two of those really cool showerheads that "rain" the water down. And muster all the white light I can from within me, and from all over the Universe, and I rain it all over you, baby. Slowly, deliberately, starting from your head and moving all the way down your body until I get to your toes.

And then when I am finished with that, I tuck into your chest cavity and give a special bath to your lungs, imagining that I am delicately massaging them with white light until they are healthy and happy and pink.

In my mind, when I am done, there is a slight smile on your lips over there in your hospital bed.

Val thinks I am crazy. But even though you are out cold, I see that you are sending me stuff back. Thanks to you, I've started practicing yoga again. It had been about 10 months. But I could see as soon as I started with this rainshower business that I needed to summon a great deal of concentration, and I could only think of one way of getting there. So I took my dusty mat out of the corner.

I needed a reason to go back. And you gave me the most compelling one I can imagine. I feel a bit like you are saving me, lamb. And I hope that I can help do the same for you.

Keep up your antennae up. There are special deliveries of love and strength and wellness coming your way. Everybody is working on making you better. You don't have to do this alone.

Let's lick this thing, shall we? And then…then there will be dancing.

I love you,

Sandra "Boom-Boom" Kahale