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Then sings my soul, Shallow reflections from a lake
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Then sings my soul, Shallow reflections from a lake I'll apologize upfront, this post is going to be a stream of consciousness rambling. I've learned that when my body is at rest, my soul is free to wonder. We all need that. I feel the need to document my thoughts, for myself, for days that my body is busy and I need a reminder of what it feels like when my soul is active. I'm sitting on the shore of Lake Erie. My ex's family has made their living, for generations, by moving freight across the Great Lakes. My ex was the first to break out of the mold and pursue a different path. He became a nurse when he grew up, much to his father's disgust. He broke loose, shook things up, made his own way. I was so proud of his rebel ways back then. I'm still proud of him. He's a great nurse, great person, great dad, and still a great friend to me. I'm not ruminating almost love here, I'm thankful that I got to spend a great portion of my life with a person who isn't afraid to shake things up to follow their heart. We are still close, we are just better, more complete people apart, than we were together. I'm so thankful for the beautiful women I'm here with. Our common bond is working in an ER together. We're all nurses, but so very different. One is a retired Air Force officer, she is probably the strongest person I know. She spent her marriage separated from her love many times because one or the other was deployed. She learned to be both parents, she learned to fix plumbing leaks, and broken down cars, and hearts of her babies when they cried for daddy. She's a widow, her husband was killed on his last deployment. It's almost like their entire marriage was preparing her for the way it ended. Her strength is the quiet kind, she doesn't need to speak much to convey her indomitable spirit. She gets shit done. The other woman here is also strong. She calls herself "the most over educated nurse on the fucking planet." She holds a PhD in nursing. She runs companies, she teaches, she is one of the best recruiters for our career. She has one of those fairy tale lives, married to her childhood friend turned college sweetheart, 3 wildly talented , a that weighs 167 pounds (not an exaggeration, jasper is half moose I think), she has the spirit of a short, dumpy, Italian gramma spread out over her smokin hot 5'11 frame. She is a force to be reckoned with. She nags. She cusses like a drunken Sailor. She puts you right in your place when needed. Above all, she loves, with every ounce of her being. I fall somewhere in between these two, that's probably why I'm so fond of each of them. They also know when I need to be kidnapped, to be taken away to somewhere quiet for some nothing, just time to recharge. They both share mystical Cajun and Native American roots, I try not to piss them off. Recharging leads me to thoughts of a beloved acquaintance and my dad. Both are Empaths, I mean the real, honest to God, gifted (or cursed) with the ability to feel the emotions and physical pain of others. Both are healers in their own way. My dad is a retired physician, he blended traditional western medicine with holistic practices. She works with elderly dementia patients. I have a larger than average touch of Empathy, and I can't fathom how they've survived carrying out their work when they feel all the feels all the time. What fascinates me most is they utilize they same coping mechanisms. They both carry rocks in their pockets, they say this keeps them grounded. Occasionally the rock wears out, they lose their ground, then they throw the rock into moving water and find a new rock. They both hug trees, literally, they wrap their arms around a tree, visualize themselves connecting to the trees roots, they soak in the Earth's regenerating powers. Water is the ultimate restorative for both, when they feel drained they head for moving water. Perching on a stream side rock or wading in the water really gets them going. He says it's all about exchanging ions, letting the negative ions cast away the positive. She has said that its like the water pulls the rotten out and sends it downstream, dispersing it into the fresh water, and eventually it's recycled into positive energy for the people downstream. Two people, of different generations, who've never met, but have found the same ways to cope with carrying the same cursed gift. The same ways of recharging their ground and cleansing themselves of the negativity they attract. I guess this kind of like the whole "if God brings you to it, he will see you through it" thing. I could go on, and on and on, but my coffee cup has been drained. I think it's time to wade in the nearby creek and get fully charged before I have to quiet my soul and engage my body and mind again. |
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thank you for sharing this
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5/22/2016 7:43 am |
If Your going to walk into that creek naked.. I would likeTo watch You get fully charged.. You can't expect to be Old & Wise..If You were never Young & Crazy!!!
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You have amazing people in your life and they have an amazing person in theirs!!
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Wow jessabell1967... what a nice post to read anytime... but, today, I was wrapping up some work and thought... well... let's see what people are writing about... and, I found some gems... this being one of them... I think it a wonderful thing to tell people how you feel about them... even, the ones where things didn't work out... my grandfather used to tell me that if you had something to say to someone... you had better say it... because, you might not get the chance... I've never forgotten that... some people have looked at me funny for saying stuff... but, then, I don't have to look back on it... I thought it... I felt it... and, like you I said it... the thoughts of friends you pick... and family made me feel peaceful today... I liked the rocks in the pants... that is a good thing... the water is another good thing... I thank you for your post today... have a great week... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!! 
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5/22/2016 10:54 am |
Thanks for your thoughts it made me think 
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This is a beautiful post. It's not often I find a piece of writing here filled with so much heart & spirit. Well done darling! Thoughts from the Garden...
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