A Day of..What’s Going On?
This week was an odd one. Friday was the weirdest day of them all.
I am practicing loving everything that is and most particularly any emotional response to what is coming up from within me. This practice prompted me to be far more aware of daily transitions from one thought, emotion, task and interactions between them. I’ve been observing my insides, outsides, and perceptions. And this was what my Friday looked like:
My sick teenage grand daughter spent Thursday night so I woke up to a grand daughter scared, with a 104 degree fever, crying and wanting my attention. My first thing in the morning spiritual practices went out the window and tending to her became my spiritual practice. Getting water. Fetching tissue. Taking her temperature. Making drinks. Getting cold towels for her forehead. Tylenol. At the same time my garage electricity went out. My friend and handyman assessed it as a wiring short under the ground between my home and garage. As I am calling my home warranty company to ask about adding on their wiring plan to my existing plan, I am transferred to a customer service rep in India. He tells me I can add on for one year for $249. I call my handyman and he tells me to take it. So I call back and get a woman in the Phillipines who tells me she won’t sell me anything. Hmmm. I hang up and call back and get a woman in the United States. She tells me that I have to pay for a pro-rated 5 year plan and can’t just buy one year so the price goes up to $874. Then I ask for her supervisor who tells me they are all wrong, I need to back date my plan and pay $1,250. Three prices. Three countries. One no.
Between these calls my grand daughter is urgently moaning on the couch pulling on my heart strings while asking for more support. I remind myself to stay in the moment and to show up in the NOW fully capable moment. I tend to her then I call my neighbor about an urgent matter and my phone call drops goes in and out where neither of us hear the whole conversation. I shower and get ready for a Zoom call I am facilitating. For the first and only time since I’ve used Zoom around the world in different countries and under different situations for 6 years, my Zoom is unstable. I only hear 1/3 of the meeting. I am frustrated. Yet true to my practice, I stay in and love myself through the process. My son-in-law picks up my grand daughter. I engage in computer work and receive an article from on planning for living in a post-democratic country. I call 811 about my backyard and getting the utility companies to mark my grass for the inevitable wire replacement. I go to the hardware store to buy white paint to mark where the digging at my home will take place. I buy an extension cord to bring power to my garage so that the food in the freezer stays fresh. I paint a stripe. I plug the cord into the freezer. I change clothes, jump in the car and drive to a concert with the radio news on. I hear the confrontation between our president and the Ukrainian president. I can’t believe my ears, yet I know that it is true. I stay with myself and breath. I attend the concert of Taylor Hicks, the young man who won American Idol 19 years ago and who I voted for using text data fees, that once were a thing. I can’t believe 19 years have gone by and I also am aware of how surreal my entire day was.
I can make all kinds of meaning out of my day. And, I choose not to. I have come to trust The Process. I have no idea what is going on behind-the-scenes, yet I know it is of support of Life. So I breathe. I am reminded that nothing in form is stable, that all stability is in The Present Now, also known as God. I am reminded that I live in a Field where everything is possible, and all of us are Unified. I stop at the end of Friday and in my prayers thank God for ALL OF IT. After a good night sleep I spoke with my handyman who will handle the whole wiring thing. Done. Friday feels like a lifetime ago, although today is Sunday.
As our country goes through its destruction of the old for a new rebirth, I am heartened by the civic involvement and the deep love our collective citizenry has for our home. In meditation I continue to have conversations with Self about what is mine to do and how I am to participate. I obediently do what I am lead to do. I am learning, like the river, to flow rapidly around many rocks.
May Your Faith Turn into Conviction.
Much Love to You Today,
