October 22, 2010

pea pod perceptions

and so.. i make a decision to bow before the Greater Good.
why does it feel so good to get on my knees?
to verbalize my need for something bigger than me?
is my perception my reality as some pose?
i don't know.
the calming comes.
and refreshed i stand.

i am a mouse. i need a King.
i don't like the pressure of feeling like it is all up to me to make right decisions.
the pressure of feeling that it is all up to me and my decisions in life is overwhelming.
we let ourself down. people let us down. pets let us down. things die, times change.
but does God let us down?

is it true?
"your perception is your reality"

i sat next to an elderly couple on my flight a couple weeks ago to Phoenix.
we were like 3 peas in a pod in our seating arrangement.
the flight was 4 hours long, and we talked for over 3 hours of it.
the lady, Barbie, used to be an opera singer, but at age 21 she woke up deaf.
no symptoms, no warning signs.
she just woke up and the world was silent.
this was already intriguing, but since i'd been reading Helen Keller's biography, i was captivated that much more.
for over 40 years she couldn't hear a single sound.
then she regained her hearing in one ear by having a chip inserted into the back of her head that read her brain waves and by wearing a tiny mic at her ear to pick up the sound.
she said "I hear with my brain.... but so do you."

i ended up sharing my life story with this lady...(why do i keep doing this to people?!)
her companion Paul, a jovial fellow with lots of borderline hilarious jokes, added a nice balance to the melodrama.

later me and Paul discussed homemade instruments & he explained a few concepts of Physics.
they were lovely people.

and when we parted ways in the airport he shook his arm up at me and declared "May the force be with you!"

and i replied, "May it be with you too my friend!!"
then i spoke some Christian jargon to myself towards them. :)

the Force. i liked that..

i said a little amen and then headed for the next terminal.

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