Since my last blog on Father's day, my realtor/friend, Lannie, comes by and we go for dinner, a drive, and to each others houses discussing the current events in our lives. Nothing like a bit of kindness, compassion, or concern to lift your spirits. And of course hearing of her troubles...they made mine seem insignificant but the love transfered from one person to another is like the paint transference when another car scrapes yours. It's there. You feel or see it. And so it was on Sunday's service with our Pastors message on 'Weathering the Storm' and how each apostle had emotions of fear, concern, anger, or panic and couldn't understand why Christ slept in the boat. He knew the storm would pass just as the storms that are inevitable our lives will eventually come to pass. This was followed by his wedding and looking about the room at his reception, I could see and feel the smile and joy on everyone sported at this happy event.
Good vibrations, like negativity, has it's way of spreading like a disease or in this case...wild fire. So when I awoke the other morning realizing I would probably never be able to play the guitar again, I put this thought away with the knowledge that I could learn piano (fingers are ok but supine movement (?) of my hand doesn't seem to be coming about). Keeping the blues at bay, I kept positive and busy with training Mana, painting the bedroom, shopping for a receiver for the bose surround, giving my bedroom a makeover, and not working my arm out so much. Seems to diminish the pain by giving it a rest. I've always heard "It only hurts when I laugh" but in my case, if feels good. It only hurts when I over work my arm :/But this past sunday I was late for service which was a drag. I needed that message to keep me going and to take Lannie, my realtor, to lunch for all she does. I had asked her why did other churches send cards in time of crisis or surgery and her reply was "Because you have personal service. Me!" Lol...I felt a bit spoiled on that one so I try to do good for her too. We were also privileged to be able to treat the pastor and his new wife to lunch as well. I not only got the message..I got his sermon notes! I'm blessed and humbled to have an awesome congregation and church like this :)
I am also lucky to cross paths and share a moment in time with the people in my hand therapy class. The girls this week shared some of their crazy events as well. One answered a call to a woman she said sounded like me. She said the woman acted like she didn't know her and well...she thought I definitely stepped off the deep end and lost my ever loving mind :l The other had her phone number accidentally published on craigs list for inflatible party bounces. (I stop and still lol on this...'Hello Fraline... you have inflatibles?') :D Then there is a older gentleman we all adore and just kept laughing hard when I kept asking how his week was, then another on the phone with his college saying "I'm in therapy right now" (ROFLOL!!) Well scoot over on that party bounce, I could use a session too lol!! I guess we all know who transferred or brought the disruptive craziness to the table :l
And what was the message I finally read this monday? From the parable about the woman who pushed through the crowds to touch the garment of Jesus in order to become healed and that the crowds of christ were composed of 3 kinds of people. The ones in front who can touch and pray with christ (doers), the ones in the middle who observe (spectators), and the ones in the rear that can't see or hear anything but second hand news. It's our job to move forward and touch others. Transfer emotions, intentions, words, works, etc. This is living. And the gambit of a touch leads us to a variety of emotions like those experienced by the apostles in that boat. An energy that isn't inert or dead, but alive and leading us to a wide array of choices, journeys, feelings, and experiences.Of course things always merge and become clearer around here so when I heard about Rushnell's book "Divine Alignment" on the news (5 series of 'God Winks'), I had to put the sermon down for a moment. How ironic he was talking about a similar 'movement' causing 'transferences' of energy! And it is exactly how I try to explain what I experienced during this incident I had in surgery over 30 yrs ago! (I watch 'I Survived: Beyond and Back too but this is another story for another day :}).
Lots of good vibrations the past two weeks. I had to clip Paros down since his coat was matting with my hand out but with the heat in the 3 digits, it will be cooler for him (even though he doesn't budge from the air conditioning but after surviving the 3 months no water, running out of products...it took this to lose control of his coat :((( ). At least we don't have to live with the 'fires of hell' or 'flames of passion' red color in the bedroom! Painting it a neutral color may bring decent vibes about in the rec room we made our master bedroom (games include who can sleep the longest, PS3, WII PS2, 2 TV's, and old people pill popping :/). But yesterday's session (lol...pun intended) at Southern Hand Therapy had me reaching the steepiest incline of laughter so I guess I guess I will be rolling downhill on this roller coaster of life soon. 
To add to the congruent idiosyncrasies and idioms that occur here...adding to the list of homocide investigator who put my security camera system in...the deputy sheriff just spread top soil in the back and I also hired his cousin, a Charleston police officer, to do the lawn (he does bushes so 'whew'. More help and less stress on me but will miss Jimbo :( Just wish he did bushes :/). Then there is dispatch, the neighbors son, next door. Lol...at least we are very safe and our law inforcement supplement their incomes from honest hard work as opposed to a corruptive means ;) It still all comes down to balance though. We keep in motion to find an order or balance. We get up when we fall or fail and keep pushing on. And when we think we have made it...we should also come down from our high horse in order to help others and find that balance together.
So this week I've just been saying "Well hopping apostles in a boat! Put your crash helmet on Mr. P because we are alive and in motion!"
*SPECIAL NOTE: Fact is...this country was founded and fought for our religious freedom. Our forefathers added "One nation under God" into our constitution. I probably wouldn't have made it this far without my freedom of speech either so to hell with those who disturb the balance. I hope all the negative vibes find you :P