The Kia was from the aunt of a detailer. No
wonder it looked bright, shiny, and new.
The car is four-years-old from a little
old lady from Pasadena—except she lives in Oregon, is 92, and was its only
owner.
Now, a week later, it needs a bath. Just like
the refrigerator-oh yeah, it froze up this week. Its fan was clanking like a
Model T with a broken Axel.
We took everything out of the freezer and
frig. I washed it while Husband Dear defrosted the block of ice in the bottom
the size the ice man used to carry on his shoulder when I was a kid.
The fan still works. The refrigerator works.
Yea! And the refrigerator is clean, but the car isn’t. Someone I will not name
took it on a trip.
Garrison Keillor says, “It’s been a quiet
week in Lake Wobegon,” This week in Junction City was anything but quiet. It
was bombastic.
- Both vehicles
croaked on the same day–Truck was fixed with a new starter.
- The Pries
died at 311,344 miles–Sold on Craig’s List—it is going to Texas.
- My Principal
Broker signed off on my Vibrance Real Estate Website after what felt like
10 million hours and 60 million changes. https://vibrancerealestate.com
- I prepared
medical expenses for taxes—a moot point. They didn’t apply.
- And we bought
a new-to-us car.
Much of the work initially felt like my Scuba
training years ago, all classes and tests, but I never got to the fun part.
So, how are
you feeling?
Do people ask you how you are feeling and
really want to know?
Or care?
Have you been feeling like you’re just
holding it together?
Don’t look “Out there.” It looks like chaos.
The government’s a mess. Trials are pending. Your teeth aren’t white enough,
you need medication, your liver is dying, and people are pumping up their
faces, breasts, butts, lips, and muscles because they aren’t good enough.
People don’t know what to call themselves, “he, she, they, them, it?” What’s
your pronoun? For heaven’s sake. (“Honey” would work.) We’re polluting the
planet. We hear that doom is ahead and Bots are taking over customer service.
What are we
doing?
We are trying to be sane, that’s
what.
The bottom line is Emotional
Intelligence.
“Emotional Intelligence is the ability to
recognize, understand and manage one’s feelings while understanding and
empathizing with the feelings of others. People with higher emotional
Intelligence are often better equipped to deal with whatever gets thrown their
way, whether in their personal or professional lives.”
Strangely, if you look up Emotional
Intelligence, they mainly refer to the workplace, but home is where the heart
is. We ought to begin there.
Health is our birthright—be it physical,
emotional, or spiritual. It should be our inheritance as children of the earth,
but the times we live in are not ordinary—so says my current read Dr.Hazel
Parcells, HEALER—The Pioneer Nutritionist & Prophet In her own
words at 106.
Was it ever?
I do think, however, that we are in
transition with great adjustments and redefinitions.
The earth’s energy has been under almost
constant assault during this past century, bombs, chemicals, medicines, plastics—even
our clothing. Not only is the soil threatened, but the ocean, the largest area
covering our planet, is in question.
If the earth dies—the people perish.
If plants and animals lose their vitality, so
do we.
Our present time is almost like an experiment
in which they crowded mice with resultant weird behaviors and reduced
fertility.
Nature has been pushed aside in favor of
chemicals, computers, cell phones (a computer), bots, and a fascination with
A.I. (Hey folks, have you seen the movie 2001?) Many jobs are in the arena of
data processing. That alone can fry the brain.
We are separated from nature, our
health care has risen to absurd heights, and we have endured the constant
barrage of a pandemic affecting our health, jobs, and social lives.
Homeostasis:
I hit briefly on homeostasis last week, which
means balance. Basically, homeostasis refers to our acid/alkaline balance which
the body tries to regulate–like a radio trying to maintain its signal.
All in all it does a pretty good job but can get
knocked off kilter. Take, for example, two men painting a house. They work side
by side, both inhaling the same paint fumes. One man keels over, while the
other man is not affected. What happened?
The one man’s radio couldn’t handle a further
assault of toxins, and it could be that the “fuel” that went into his
body—food, water, and air, was already compromised.
It isn’t about calories. It’s about quality.
And that’s what I’m concerned about.
Dr. Parcells studied eleven cases of
polio—all children. This was right after WWII when governments were doing
nuclear testing—I’m not saying the bombs caused polio. I’m saying what was
happening at the time.
Parcells found that in all cases that while
the children were excreting acid, they had paralysis, which almost always takes
place in an alkaline environment. She gave them natural acid-based calcium and
applied spinal massage with an electrical current. Calcium is a neutral medium
but takes on the properties of any acid it is exposed to. An electric charge is
an acidic medium.
Once the deep alkaline field was balanced,
all indications of polio were gone.
Those children resumed their childhoods and
lived happy lives.
How many of
us feel off balance?
When the body is off kilter, so are our
emotions. When our emotions are off kilter, they wreak havoc on the body. When
our spiritual connection is off, we suffer, and it’s hard to display kindness,
thoughtfulness, and gratitude—all those characteristics we admire while
enduring pain. Unless, of course, you have the fortitude of Nelson
Mandela.
What are we going
to do about it?
That’s our life
work.
I’ve heard it said that we all have holes
in our underwear. However, our holes aren’t in the same places—that’s why we
can help each other.
I came across a site—yep–good things are
afloat. Maybe you saw it, whatever, let’s talk about it. It’s genius. Made for
kids mostly but pertains to any age.
The article is in Microsoft, “The Science
Behind,” but I do not see the author’s name. The report is The Hidden
Power of Feelings.*
Feelings are more complex than simply being
happy or sad. Researchers believe there are at least 27 distinct emotions (with
varying degrees that can be mixed). And it seems helpful to name the feeling.
For example, a young person overhears a peer
saying something negative about them. Left to fester, their feelings affect how
they view themselves, their attention in class, and how they relate to their
peers, and probably come home sullen, go to their room, where tears can flow,
anger can grow, and the parents wonder what in the world is happening to their
lovely teenager.
Perhaps the trauma could have been softened
or resolved if they had shared their feelings with someone. Then, apologies
could be made, misunderstandings cleared up-and all emotions returned to
something more pleasant.
Nope. That’s different from the way we work.
Are you frustrated, confused, irritated,
hurt, or lonely—look for the 27 emotions. I don’t want to copy their
contribution.
Who guides us
through this landscape of growing up?
Basically, nobody.
We muddle through.
Luckily there is hope on the horizon.
And here’s a site that’s trying:
The Hidden Power of Feelings.
https://unlocked.microsoft.com/reflect-feelings-monster/?ocid=cmmw8o09xh1&form=M402JX
P.S.
I read this yesterday that agave me a
chuckle. It was a response to something Terry Cole-Whittiker said to an
audience of about 4,000 when the commenter was 15. She is now 57.
“Just shoot the
arrow, and where it lands, that was your target.”
And this morning
from Tony Robbins:
“Sometimes it’s
more important to just make the damn choice, commit to it, and find out.”
