Jody Smith finds that even with ME/CFS, new life as symbolized by the mighty egg, can still spring forth …
The egg has been a symbol of new life since ancient times. Recently, this symbolism has struck home for me in my own life.
I’ve eaten a lot of eggs in my life. Particularly in my vegetarian years, I leaned heavily on eggs. Fried, boiled, on their own and in omelets … And I confess in retrospect that I took them for granted. They were a mainstay that I perhaps didn’t fully appreciate till I could no longer eat them.
In February of 2012 I was vaguely aware of a queasiness that didn’t go away, which over a few more days turned into sharp pain in my stomach that also didn’t go away.