We’re finally “post-pandemic” enough to bring our full choir back online.
This is excellent news (yay!).
However, I feel like we’re poised on somewhat of a precipice, because there are things that have changed as a result of all that we’ve gone through in the past three years, and what we’re proposing doesn’t match exactly how things used to be.
I’ve never been in quite this position before. So, I’m just doing my best to tune in to “what’s trying to happen” and trust my intuition.
Ramesha and I followed our intuition today, which turned out to be a very good thing!
My Tuesday appointments to receive a Velcade injection usually last an hour, but on occasion have taken up to an hour and a half. That’s because the medication is mixed up THAT DAY in the pharmacy based on exact weight (and other parameters I don’t even understand) and sometimes the pharmacy at the hospital gets backed up.
This is only an issue because Ramesha has a long-standing lesson to teach at 5:00pm back at Ananda Village — a good 30-40 minutes away (depending on whether we get stuck behind a slow car).
We didn’t realize until late last night that today’s appointment was for 3:00. Ramesha prefers to drive me to every appointment, but after some back and forth, we realized it made more sense for me to drive myself this one time. The potential stress of him running late for his lesson just really wasn’t worth it.
Well, thank goodness we listened to that intuition, because today’s appointment took the longest ever!
Right from the start there was a problem with mismatched account numbers. Then the pharmacy was having problems. Finally the medication arrived — after almost two full hours! — but the account numbers were still messed up.
The poor nurses were beside themselves, as there were three or four of us waiting…and waiting…and waiting…
I was able to get quite a bit of work done on my phone and then I started catching up on articles that I saved weeks (or months) ago but never found time to read.
I also thought about it being Mercury retrograde — which I’ve learned to take seriously, Gemini sun that I am — and just relaxed into the flow. I eventually got my injection and headed for shopping and then home.
My years of teenage angst were comparatively mild, really. It wasn’t until my mid-twenties that I truly broke out of the “good girl” mold and proceeded to make a pretty good mess of my life.
A bad breakup had left my heart broken and my confidence in shreds. I had dropped out of college and wasn’t doing anything musically at all. Working in bars and restaurants provided superficial fun but the party atmosphere was taking its toll. I began to suspect I had lost my way but hadn’t a clue as to how to get back on the right track.
This was the beginning of a beautiful period in my personal music history, when music — literally — came to my rescue!
Through a miraculous combination of intuition and divine grace, I started to be drawn to music that blended a positive message with an energy-raising beat. It was music that tapped into my vague inner yearning; it made me feel hopeful; it inspired me to move…which in its turn helped me raise the energy in my spine and — bit-by-bit — I crawled out of the hole I had thrown myself into and took back my life.
There were four artists in particular who were key to my turnaround. Today I’m featuring George Benson. The two songs of his that I listened to over and over and over again are The Greatest Love of All (which I wrote about in a previous blog post) and Down Here On the Ground.
Down Here on the Ground Down here on the ground ain’t no place for living Down here on the ground Watching sparrows fly I watch the birds As they make their way They’re flying kind of free And I wish it were me Down here on the ground Wanting something better Down here on the ground Wanting something more One morning sure You will find I got wings on my mind Wings to take me high So if you hear a sound From down here on the ground Don’t you know? My friends it’s only me It’s only me trying to fly
