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If you get old enough, you’re probably going to have too much stuff. It’s inevitable, I think. I was looking around the clutter on my desk just now, thinking of putting a lot of it away. I’m clearing the decks to make way after the season of tax prep I’ve just finished, to get back to my writing. I’ve made my to-do list for the day. What? Don’t you think a psychic needs a to-do list? I work better with one. My mother gave me the trick of adding things you accomplish during the day to the bottom of the list so that at the end of the day, when you are tired, you can look at the list and feel a nice sense of accomplishment rather than look at the list and see you’ve barely scratched the first things you put on it.
I’m sure somebody has figured out how to
get the first things done. Not me. And I’m too old to worry about it anymore.
I think that might be a good trick for
aging, no matter who you are. Not so much worrying anymore, please. There will
always be people who want you to worry about things. Like the news. Yikes. My
solution has been not to watch it so much. I pray instead. Also, since I’m hard
of hearing these days, I sometimes miss phone calls. If I’m on a roll with my
writing, I don’t like to interrupt it for much. This includes phone calls. I
only answer them if it’s my husband or my friend Pam.
Anyway, the accumulation of stuff. I
just bought a package of five measuring tapes the other day. Why would a person
need so many of them if they already have them? Well, I can’t find them. I also
want some zippered pouches. They don’t need to be huge, just long enough for a
crochet hook, one of the tape measures, and a small pair of scissors. I know I
have some. I just can’t find any. Why do I want them? I just started a new
project. I’m going to make a granny square jacket/sweater for my six-year-old
neighbor. She likes bright colors, and I just bought some yarn. Don’t I already
have some? Yes, but I can’t find it. I haven’t done a yarn project in ages, and
it’s all gotten put away somewhere.
I was sitting at my desk, noticing things again. One of the cat toys I crocheted a long time ago is
sitting in my line of sight. Why? Well, it served as a proper upper for the
clipboard I used to rest the statements on while I was working from them for
our tax prep. I need new glasses. I’ve actually needed them for a long time. I
needed something that would bring the work closer to me. Perhaps a can of tuna
would have worked better, but the cat ball was handy, so that’s what I used to
work through all those statements. Who would have thought a cat toy could serve
as an office supply?
Now, I have, on many occasions, used the assistance of Spirit to help me find things. Generally, the
lost item is something my husband needs. And it’s not something he needs
tomorrow. It’s either his wallet, his keys, his eyeglasses, his cell phone, or
the television remote. It doesn’t take him long to commence his search without
me. After he has passed by the study where I write six times, I know something
is up. Also, the level of his panic is noticeable. I join the search, trying to
stay out of his way since he’s already upset. I ask what is missing, and he
tells me. Usually with some bad words included.
I look in all the likely places he might have left things. On the bookcase next to the front door, which is where
he usually puts things he wants to gather before he heads out. On the kitchen
counter. On the bathroom counter. In the cushions of his chair. Beside the
chair on the floor.
Once we have looked everywhere, he is
exhausted. I was trying to maintain a calm attitude. Which pisses him off. Why
am I calm when he is in panic mode? Well, I can’t find things when I’m in panic
mode, that’s why. It’s something I’ve learned about myself.
I go into the kitchen and stand in the
middle of the floor. Why there? Well, I suppose since there is space, room for
me and the area around me. I don’t know why, but this is important for me. I
close my eyes, and I take a big, deep breath.
You can do this, too, by the way. I
pretend that I am centering myself. Other people might have a better way, a
more efficient way to do this. I just do what works for me. It took me long
enough to discover it over the years. Why mess with it if it works? Anyway, I
center myself. I imagine that roots are appearing from the soles of my feet and
working their way into the earth below me. We live on the second floor, so this
imagining needs to happen at a distance. Anyway, I want my body to be grounded,
to be centered. I take deeper breaths and hold them. Not for long, just to get
a sense of myself on a psychic level, on a spiritual level. On a level where
things are revealed, where Spirit can work. This is actually a technique that
was taught to me as part of a Shamanic journey.
My husband once wrote a book about our
little neighborhood in Oakland. It’s called The Laurel. The picture on the
cover stretches from the front to the back, and right in the middle of the back
cover is a farm. The land surrounding that farm was pastures and farm
buildings. Our house now sits right where that farm used to be, and sometimes I
remember the time from the early 1900s of what our neighborhood looked like
then. There was a quicker way to the earth in those days than there is now.
Nothing had been cemented or paved over. Right there, over a hundred years ago,
that’s where the earth was.
As with all journeys, you eventually get
to where you are going, whether you are ready or not. Back in the early days,
when I was trying to learn to meditate, I could spend a good half hour getting
ready, trying to enter a meditative state. As you keep trying to do this, the
time you need to “be ready” gets shorter. Now, most times I can sort of fall
off the ledge and dip into that meditative space. Centering myself is like that,
too. In the beginning, it took a long time. Now I can just give up, surrender more easily than I did at the beginning.
Doing this is absolutely crucial when your
husband is moving into panic mode in the next room because he can’t find
whatever it is he misplaced.
I remember one time his keys were lost.
We’d looked in all the usual places and had not found them. I did my thing in
the kitchen, where I centered myself, grounded myself, and reached up
and out to Spirit, asking for some help. My eyes flew open. I remember that
vividly. My eyes flew open, and I pulled the silverware drawer open. There sat
his keys in the corner of the drawer. Right in the front. It was a pretty
dramatic find. Who would have looked there? Not me. We figured later he must
have left them on the kitchen counter, and they got swept into the open drawer,
which then got closed.
That was the day I got his respect as a
finder of lost things.
So, I could do the same for myself right
now to find a nice little zippered pouch….funny, I just found some. One will do
the trick. It was the zippered plastic pouch that a pair of pillow cases came
in. I save that stuff because one day, someday, it will come in handy. Perfect
for that crocheted jacket to keep track of my tools.
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of the woo-woo into your own life.
🌺 Pauline
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