Feeling Like Job
This week I have been feeling a lot like Job. I had a killer backache all week from lifting weights without good form and started catching a cold yesterday morning. Each one of my almost 47 years on this planet were like bricks on my broken back. As is my typical response, I ate raw garlic to repel the cold virus invaders. Garlic also ironically has anti-inflammatory properties on aches and pains. It causes a sizable pain but also provides a bigger cure. Yet, it has to be eaten raw...rawer than a 36 degree wet and December morning and scorching as the Saharan sun in the noonday. Terrible and powerful, a paradox indeed. The Jews in the desert clamored for the leeks and garlic of Egypt. There was something both amiss yet understandable in their cry. Garlic is one of nature finest curatives but it is hardly kind. Although, I overkilled on the garlic and ate too much. I had to spit out the fiery mush and eat it in increments like a baby with pureed peas. The garlic, coupled wit