Devious Devices

Today I ran out of battery power.  Well not me as per say but my devices.  Perhaps it’s a case of me failing to manage my device power levels appropriately.  I can accept this is a failing of mine.  Especially since my phone, tablet and wearing technology all were at less than 20% battery power at the same time.

Now having an energy crisis is not a small thing these days.  Life is basically run off of and held within my devices, or so it seems.  Thus I did, upon getting the low battery warning, rush to find outlets, Chargers and the likes.  I was a girl on a mission to get that all taken care of.

Once my devices were all nicely tucked into power outlets I wondered what the real Rush was about.  Would the world end if I let my phone die for a bit?  Probably not.  Would disaster for all mankind arrive if my tablet went dark?  Well it might on account of the work I was doing was off my tablet.  And in all fairness my tablet is what warned me it was running out of power.

I’ve let these things creep into my life to the point of dictating my responses which isn’t right.  But here I am charging them and keeping an eye on them because they seem to control me or have control over me.



Deadlines.  We all have them.  How we deal with them is up to each of us.  Some of us hide from them, pretending they don’t exist, however they just loom over our heads until they are right above us, pressing down with incredible weight.  Some of us get with right on whatever it is so we more than meet the deadline.  We end up well ahead of the game. In those cases the deadline seems to have little weight on us.

Now life might be interesting without deadlines, but what would we really get done if we didn’t have to get it done by a specific time?   How many things would just pile up and never get looked at or dealt with?  So yes we need them, perhaps not too many of them  and maybe, just maybe we need to figure out how to manage them a little better as far as assigning them or doing the work to get them met.

Speaking of deadlines, I’m pretty sure I have something that needs to be done, but I can’t remember what it is was because I just pushed into the later pile.  And today my later pile is rather large!

The Trade-Off

It is inevitable, this aging process.  Just when we have a handle on what we want and where we are going, not to mention how we are doing things, it seems as though the rug starts to get pulled out from under us.  Eye sight wanes in dim light.  Racing the dog isn’t exactly fair anymore as you lose half a step on the dog.  And when did the chairs start to sink down once you get settled in?

I knew I would get old, well it was either that or die young.  The problem with dying young is that you leave so many things left undone.  Sure I know getting old isn’t a picnic.  I can see it because Beloved is going down the path of aging more quickly than I am.  Or rather I should say he has a bit of a head-start on this path compared to myself!

What I wouldn’t give for a bit of that strength, that flexibility and quickness with my maturity.  But of course that can’t be, there has to be a compromise.  In order to gain maturity and dare I say a bit of wisdom we must part with the recklessness of youth.  Perhaps it is that parting with our younger, more flexible, stronger selves that gives us wisdom.

I mean me at twenty would never have bothered to find creative ways to get things off the floor and I doubt Beloved would have been any different either.  But now, now he has the wisdom to use the four-footed one to pick things up (if only she’d bring them back when she was supposed to).  Of course he has also found the wisdom in really stretching out  your toes to use them.  He claims it’s all part of using more of his brain power to find new ways to do things.

I wonder what I will acquire as I get older, what wisdom would come my way or will I still be too immature to be granted any of that type of wisdom?

Blurry Blue

I was standing on the corner, waiting for the light to change, watching the traffic go by to pass the time.  Some of the vehicles zipped by as if they were on the way to something important and others made their way at a more practical speed.  Now and then the odd car would create a gap in the traffic as it was traveling just a bit slower than the practical ones.  (It was a long light and I was bored.)

The light changed, signaling it was safe for me to make my way across and with a great deal more caution than I would have shown in my youth I began the trip.  Caution was a good thing as an in-a-hurry car decided to chance the light and try to dart around myself and one other person in the crosswalk.

You know how they say your life flashes before your eyes?  Yeah, that didn’t happen, however I did feel a breeze pass before me.  No it wasn’t my soul leaving my body, rather it was the wind created by the speeding car. The other person in the crosswalk with me was an elderly person.  Using a walker. She told me that she felt her entire life pass before her as the car just about hit us both.

We made it across the street to find a police officer waiting for us, to see if we were harmed.  And to see if we happened to catch any information like the plate number of the car.  The funny thing is, time sort of did slow down, but where the car was concerned, it’s just a rather blurry bit of blue.

It’s Gravy

My father used to love something called a hot messy sandwich.  It was basically two slices of bread with a huge chunk of something like meatloaf stuck between the bread.  The whole thing was then covered in hot gravy.  He called it heaven.  I recall thinking it was the most disgusting thing invented.  (Of course as I got out more, I realized we have lots of disgusting things.  It became my scale of disgusting measurements once I came to that realization.)

The thing is, life is a bit like that hot messy sandwich my father used to enjoy.  It has some good stuff sandwiched in between the mundane or ordinary stuff.  Those special moments we all have from time to time become the gravy covering everything else.  If we allow ourselves to let those moments soak in.

Most of us, or rather me, tend to notice where the gravy is lacking.  A spot was missed here or perhaps the gravy person was a bit light in giving us any.  We forget to that the gravy soaks into the bread.  Sometimes, when we think we have been cheated on the gravy, it turns out that the person ladling it out made a tiny puddle on the plate first and then stuck our sandwich into that puddle.  So naturally we don’t see that until we get to that side of the bread. We also struggle to accept that we got the same amount of gravy as the person next to us, it’s just displayed differently.

My father never ate his hot messy sandwich fast.  He used to eat it slowly.  in part to avoid becoming messy himself.  And also because he said that if you rushed eating it, you missed the good pieces where the gravy really soaked into the bread.  Perhaps that’s the key to life, savoring those moments that are gravy, not getting mad when it seems like we don’t have as much gravy as others because we may just have a puddle of gravy we haven’t found yet.

Out There And Back Here

I was thinking I probably didn’t stand a change, not even a faint one when I see him leaning against a podium.  But nothing ventured is nothing gained as they say and so with a deep breath and a fluttering heart I made my way to where he was.  I prayed the words would somehow come to me during that painful walk to where he stood.

Instead he turned and smiled my way and asked me where I was going and by that point, I had no way of knowing where it was going or where I was going other than hopefully to some more time with him.  Years kind of slip by when you are lost in just trying to hold on while a man who isn’t used to driving starts driving.  I still don’t know where I am, not really, but I’m somewhere with him some of the time.

And while I may not think that he belongs in the wild blue yonder, I know he need to be there.  In order to get back to me, from where he has been,  Until he needs to leave again.  And if you had told me this would be my life years earlier, I would have laughed at you.  I may not have even bothered with making my way to him.  But you never can tell where any one thing or person will take you and if you are open to the adventure, there are many that are sure to be found.  Even those that include the wild blue yonder.

Eternally Choosing

I was recently asked to answer the question:  If you had a have a job from the afterlife, what job would you desire the most from the following:

a.      Weighing the heart against the deeds

b.      Collecting the soul to take to judgement

c.      Ferrying souls across the water

d.      Guarding the gates of various realms

e.      Doing laundry to ensure robes remain gleaming and clean

I knew I would never chose option e as laundry even during my mortal life is more than enough and I cannot imagine being responsible for ensuring white robes stay pristine and gleaming white.  I have enough trouble with ensuring my red items cannot sneak into my whites leading to a batch of newly made pink clothes.

I also knew that option d was out of the question.  Guarding is not my thing and when bored I’m apt to give up paying attention.  I’d probably let some souls into areas they are not supposed to be in while also letting others leave their confinement. 

So that leaves a, b and c and I am not a fan of option a so we can scratch that off.  It isn’t that I don’t judge (I’m human so of course I do), but I would rather not spend my entire eternity doing that as a duty.  It seems rather wretched to me.

Option b might be interesting, it almost suggests adventure which is intriguing. But and this is a large but (no not my BUTT silly) you’d have to be prepared to deal with people who weren’t ready to leave life.  All those emotions and what have you.  Plus what if you got the wrong soul, or the person was terrified of judgement.

So option C it is.  Yes I suspect the ferrying job would be rather routine, but at the same time interesting because you would meet new people, maybe take a different route or what have you.

Of course this all assumes that I would have a job in my afterlife.  It also assumes there is an afterlife.   But if we are to assume these things as true, how about you? What job would take?