I didn’t begin this story as a series, however, The Pirate/Owl and The Witch/Wolf keep making appearances around here with things to share.
Here is their continuing story — all in one place. More or less in some kind of cosmic order — not in the order I wrote it, however, because The Universe has a great sense of humor.
It’s Thursday. I’ve been assigned to OR 3 with one of my favorite scrub techs. It will be a tough day and I’m relieved to have her.
Thursday in my OR is the day our OB/GYN service has block time to schedule D&Es. To the non-medical personnel out there — abortions. Room 3 is their room. I’m their circulating nurse for the duration.
On this Thursday — we have four cases scheduled and a ‘hold’ spot for the end of the day in case one of their partners sees someone in clinic and there is an emergency. …
As a former OR nurse, I just don’t see what the big deal is. I worked 40+ hours a week, in a mask. For most of my nursing career. With asthma.
It’s not like anyone is taking away our guns. Goddess Forbid!
I know for a fact masks work to prevent the transmission of our germs from one being to another. That’s why we wear them in operating rooms. Everywhere. Globally. Because they work.
We wear masks to protect our patients. For many days before any symptoms emerge— we are all carriers. Of anything we might ‘catch’. From the flu…
It’s not about vengeance after all
When I started looking deeper into the philosophies behind my yoga and meditation practice, I learned about Karma. The real and true meaning of the energy.
Karma is defined by Dictonary.com as:
the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences. Destiny or fate, following as effect from cause.
Karma can be immediate or take a long time to percolate. However, it is always neutral — just as destiny is neither good nor evil. It simply is. Karma doesn’t seek justice on…
A while ago I was reading about hygge — this Danish notion of self-care that is woven through their society. Within the pages of the tome, I found a situation that made me rethink American society as a whole and our supposed Christian values in particular.
Take a good long look at this quote of David Sheff’s from The Little Book of Hygge regarding Denmark’s public outrage over a limited edition Kahler vase:
“The vase quickly sold out. The website crashed…The company producing the vase was hit by a public backlash over the limited supply. Was this too much hysteria…
I had been practicing yoga for a couple of years when it happened. I was lying in corpse pose in the living room turned yoga studio of my first yoga instructor. I sank into the stillness as I always had but then I retreated even deeper.
I remember I could still hear the fire crackling in the gas fireplace. Underneath the sound of the flames was the soft tinkling of the Buddha fountain in the corner. The ground beneath me supported my body. And then ever so gently — I felt myself float into the ether.
Darkness surrounded me, enveloped…
It was really beautiful and peaceful. The mausoleum was a sacred space. I could feel it as I walked past the statue of Mary, Blessed Virgin, through the chapel to the small benches set in the aisle. It was a Catholic cemetery — and as a recovering Catholic — I still understood what that meant. Old traditions die hard — even for a pagan — and I had sent his mother a mass card as soon as I had gotten the news. …
As I look back on My Life — it seems to me that I nearly always fell in love in summer. My first crush, my husband, The Dying Man, and of course, My Best Friend — they all arrived on the warm, humid winds of summer. And with a soundtrack of some kind playing in the background.
They all accompanied me to various concerts. In bars, indoor venues, and outdoor fields — where ever we went — The Music played. Every single first date involved The Music.
And perhaps — just perhaps — the combination of summer and music weave…
She stared at the wall calendar. A photo of wolves stared back at her. Ever since she retired last year (was it last year?), she had a hard time keeping track of time. Days, weeks, even months escaped her.
This particular morning she searched ‘July’ to sort it all out. She noticed that the year was not listed.
Perhaps this is what it meant to let go of time? To live in a place where time, day, month, year are inconsequential?
She smiled to herself and sat down with a fresh pot of coffee and no place to be.
Recently a bit of a health crisis made me cancel my life and rethink not just the way I constructed it, but also the way I interacted with the world. I’m sure I’m not the first person to have this ‘come to Jesus meeting’ with their reality and to find it wanting. The problem I encountered was that previous to this moment, I had thought I was on the right path and moving in the direction The Universe wanted me to go. …
Self discovery in progress, stay tuned