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It was my first visit to yet another health care professional. If I counted up the miles, money and minutes spent trying to pull out of this strangle hold of the weird symptoms call Fibromyalgia Syndrome (FMS) , I.d probably be depressed. But I.m not. I.m actually pretty happy most of the time.

After two hours of testing, the chiropractor tells me I.m pretty messed up but he can help. .I.ve heard this before,. I think to myself. .At least he doesn.t think I.m out of my mind or want to drug me into oblivion.. Outwardly, I smile. I tell him I have learned to ride the pain like a wave, knowing it will eventually subside for at least a few hours at a time. I tell him that FMS has been a spiritual journey for me. He again is empathic, thinking I.m speaking of despair.

.It.s been a gift,. I say. And it has. A gift that has led me on a journey of my soul, a journey in which I have learned to embrace the paradoxes of life and to be very wary of anyone preaching dogma.s of certainty or judgment.

I.ve always been more of a mystic than a theologian. It is the wonder of this life rather than the promise of an after life that thrill me. It is seeing and feeling and touching Christ through human beings in real time that makes the Christ of the Cross the Lord of this time not just a man once in Palestine. It is finding God.s love in the disappointments and failures of life that speak to me. Each day, I am reminded to embrace the spiritual practice of joy and to know “in my bones” that control is the most tempting of illusions.