Text Messages and Spiritual Faces

On December 7, my daughter Jen and I had a spiritual text conversation.  One of our infamous, special meaning of life, things feel sort of strange, something is afoot in the cosmosworld mother-daughter connected moments.

Most parents feel and experience unspoken connections with their children.  Even as both my girls are grown up and living away from home, I can sense when something is wrong.   Sometimes images occur in my dreams or generally I experience a sensation of uneasiness.  I wonder if one of them is sick or having a difficult time in their lives.

The mystical clan bond cuts both ways.  I have traversed some sad turf in the last year,  and at certain times received calls from either Molly or Jen inquiring, “Hey mom, you okay? I felt an overwhelming rush of sadness and apprehension and am checking in, you okay?”

The calls always came at critical junctures when I had just received difficult news concerning the health status of a dear friend or some other dire information.

Early entries in this blog joke about our “spiritual faces” during periods when we enjoy a special event, vacation, music, scenery, tender conversational interludes, or unique occurrences.  Least my moods get too uncontrollably sappy, my daughters often jolt me back to earth exclaiming, “Oh, Oh, look out, mom has spiritual face on!”    Spiritual Face Alert

Meanwhile, with permission from Jen to share, I present one of our classic  “what is going on here?” text conversations:

Jen – “Today I keep getting these “bouts of anxiety… are you getting them too?”

Me – (the mom)-  “Yes, I feel unsettled whereas on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I felt really grounded and peaceful, not sure what is going on.”

Jen – “Yeah me too, I just feel anxious and shifty about something I guess we will have to see.”

Me – “Well there was an earthquake in Japan and I think a storm in the Philippines this week.”

Jen – “Are they shockwaves before or after hurricane?  I ahhh, I just don’t know hahaha.  Ha-ha weird but I mean like is there still a shit storm to come?  Or maybe things beginning to shift…”

Me – “I believe things are beginning to shift.”

Jen – “We’ve all been feeling things changing inside and outside of us and perhaps this just the turnover.”

Me – “I like the way you worded that I tend to believe it is the turnover too.  I feel pretty grounded lately and wonder if the anxiety is us picking up other people’s fears and worries.”

Jen – “Hmmmm, interesting thought.”

Me – “The other is that our spirits are vibrating at a higher rate so we can make the change not sure that makes sense will have to explain that more later.”  (oh dear, I have been having difficulty sleeping lately, and I am not sure what I am talking about here – little mind slippage going on.)

Jen – “Hahaha okay mom.  Either way, I feel like the tides are definitely starting to turn.  I don’t know what that means for either of us, yet but it is happening ha-ha.”

Me – “Whoa I kind of got out there whoohooo..”

Jen – “Hahahah its okay mom, I understand, just reel it back in a little bit, we can still talk about it though … sounds interesting either way.”

Me – “For sure reeling me self in now and going home love you. – I have my spiritual face on, do you?”

Jen – “Oh yeah hahahah.”

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The Emerson and Nelis Clan. Jen and Molly Emerson in white sweaters.
Susan Emerson in glitter dress, my mom, Bonnie Huff, and sparkly Gabrielle Nelis.

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Franklin Tree Obsession – continued…

Driving east to work on Franklin road,  my attention abruptly focused to the large flattened land on my right.  I drive Franklin nearly every day to work, if I am not riding the bus, and as familiar as I am with that search of turf, I suddenly felt a vague panic.   I am obsessively enchanted by a tree located on that route.  I blogged about in another entry – Franklin Tree Obsession.   Recently an expansion took place on Franklin road and I was not sure what the fate of the Franklin tree would be as several others in the vicinity fell to the wood chopper.

Perhaps I drive Franklin road too often and experienced that brief lapse of full attention that occurs when our minds wander.  Did I miss my cherished view of the long, slender branches dancing towards the sky providing a home for the watcher perched amongst the branches?   Perhaps I whizzed past it while fumbling with my radio channels.  I felt completely discombobulated by the possibility that the tree had been cut down, and the land plowed.

I kept driving to work telling myself to make a mental note to be sure and not let my drift while driving home so I could make sure the tall, lanky tree remained intact. However, roughly two additional minutes down the road and I realized the level of my fixation on the Franklin tree demanded I turn around immediately and put my growing apprehension to rest.

Deep Sigh of Relief

Deep Sigh of Relief

Surprisingly a large gap occurred in the 7:30 a.m. work traffic commute. Enough to allow me to easily cross lanes, pull into a business parking lot and turn around to head west in order to see my beloved tree.   I did not have to travel far to pass the flattened field in order to confirm the tree still stood.  It was simply my mind that had wandered causing me to miss my daily view.  I felt a deep sense of relief and contentment.

The watcher perched high on a limb sat silently observing the rushing flow of traffic, or maybe the sun breaking the horizon, or perhaps breakfast scurrying in the field below. My la la land, circle of life imagination would prefer to believe the elegant bird quizzically tilted its head, amused by the antics of the woman in the little green Subaru   who scampered back to make certain the tree still reached gracefully towards the sky.

Yoga, Tator Tots and Kona Coffee

Yoga Peaceful Poise with the Ballet Tree

Yoga Peaceful Poise

Rainy Saturday morning arrived with my commitment to attend an 11 am warm flow yoga class.  So far, I have managed to get to several classes in the past week and feel the yoga practice in every muscle – which must be a good indication that I am slowly cranking this old body into action again.

However, one possible distraction existed that nearly derailed my plans to attend class.  I had thrown my hat in the ring with a group to acquire a pound of Kona Coffee, reported to create a mighty fine brew.  The coveted dark beans had arrived and ready for pick up at a snowboard/skateboard shop in Boise.

The big decision looming over Saturday morning’s activities – drive into Boise, collect the beans and then make it to Yoga class, or skip Yoga, go get them thar beans and zoom directly home to brew up a cup of that famous java.

The longer I remained indecisive, my options narrowed.  Finally I decided to drag my body to Saturday morning yoga and then fetch the coffee.  After all, for breakfast I had mixed a super healthy smoothie complete with Kale, berries, flax-seed, and protein packed Greek yogurt. The day promised to be full of fit action and healthy meals in my quest to keep this aging body in the best possible condition.

A fantastic class left me feeling stretched, core muscles engaged, standing straighter and eager to stick to my stay healthy eating food plan.  You know the one that minimizes items such as donuts, cookies, french fries, chips and I suspect tator tots.  Ready for my coffee I headed to town to collect the Kona Coffee at the arranged drop off point,  and then get on home to test out the flavor of the dark roast beans.SAM_1787

The coffee hookup easy  to accomplish.  I easily identified my supplier in the snowboard shop that was busy with healthy, fit, smiling young people.   Walking back to my car I noticed that a former coffee shop in the same little strip mall area was now a hamburger eatery.   I decided to go in, maybe get a bottle of water and check out the menu for another time.   I am fairly certain all four of my loyal blog followers can easily guess the outcome.

The owners are charming, fun people and asked me if I had enjoyed my Thanksgiving holiday.  During the visit I quickly progressed from ordering a hamburger and tator tots for take out in order to get my busy fit self on the road, to sitting down at a table, enjoying a tasty hamburger and tator tots,  as well as terrific conversation with the owners.

Perhaps my limited time attending yoga is already paying off as I calm down, destress and take time to linger.  Stop and smell (and then eat) the hamburger, tots while enjoying  the company of interesting folks.  Maybe that is stretching the yoga tator tot connection  a bit here for this little slice of life moment.  Still a lovely, sparkly Saturday morning in Idaho land.