They say you can run, but you can’t hide.  Looks like that little smiley molar has finally caught up with me.

Remember?

Back in November when I first started writing to the Archives, there was that dental visit.  The wisdom teeth assessment.  And me, ever-hopeful to avoid the surgical knife, researching positive affirmations to heal my third molar complications.  Or at least hold the inevitable at bay.

I’m not knocking Louise Hay or the power to heal yourself through the mind (or other alternative methods – if you read my posts of late, you’ll know that is quite possibly happening for me in other areas of my physical health).

Truth be told, I don’t think I was very dedicated at repeating Louise’s uplifting mantra, specifically aimed for wisdom teeth issues.  Not that it’s my fault these teeth are giving some trouble.  Frankly, I’ve been monitoring their progress via x-rays for 8 years.  They’re determined.  They’re on the move.  They want down and out.  Free to be!

Ok, so maybe they’re not going about it on an exactly straight and narrow path (what’s the fun in that?!).  Maybe they do have a bit of an angle in their trajectory.  Looks like they need a little guidance.  Some help in setting them free, once and for all.

And in their slow-mo descent through my gums, perhaps I need the Louise-Hay-positive-affirmation-reminder as a peace-maker.  An antidote to the suffering that comes with resistance.  A way to embrace this extraction.  Frankly, until this morning, I’d forgotten the maxim completely.

 “I open my consciousness to the expansion of life.  There is plenty of space for me to grow and change.”

Ok.  I feel like I’m expanding already.  Busting out into new realms.  Just like my top two wisdom teeth, which, as of Friday, will finally see the light of day.  And then I guess it will be their ultimate demise.  I can bless their passing.  Let go with love.

Discover a whole new appetite for soup.