Sunday, March 30, 2008

The River Flows......................

A Zen Master whom I knew for a while used to say that some days "the River flows in a different direction than we expect". I got that today.

This morning in the shower I saw a scab on my arm that wasn't there the last time I looked. But it wasn't hard enough to be a scab. When I looked closely it was a big, fat tick busy enjoying himself (or herself) on my blood. I've had Lyme Disease once, and I don't want to do that again. The antibiotics dealt with it fine, but my ankles and knees were in pain for months afterwards, and my mobility was really limited.

So off to the phone and my doctor's answering service. The PA who responded to my page said three weeks of antibiotics (and a probiotic as well, to keep my intestines from getting very cranky). He would phone in the prescription.

So I went to breakfast and mass and then off to the Pharmacy where the prescription was waiting. So I thought. Oh yes, it was there - had been there since 8 am. But nothing had been done about it, and it was an hour and a quarter before they could produce the drug. Then off to the Natural Food Store for the probiotic, only that store was closed for Sunday so I had to go to another town to find an open one. I got back 10 minutes late for lunch.

And now I have to leave for Connecticut where friends are waiting for me. So this is what you get from me this week. Some times the River flows in another direction. I hope that strikes you as a worthy spiritual observation, because it's what I have to offer today.


MEH said...

I grew up in a village where the river twisted through the valley. It crossed the main road of the village three times in less than a 1/2 mile. In the spring there was always a flood; in the summer, swimming; in the winter, skating on natural ice. However, that river flowed to Lake Ontario.
On my first trip to West Park, I looked out the window as I was contemplating heading downstairs for Matins and the river was flowing along merrily; at noon, it was flowing in the opposite direction.
Rivers flow; we get biten by ticks, black flies, mosquitoes. If we are lucky we flow in the direction of God's will for us. If we are true to our human nature, we flow hither and thither. Our job is to try to steer our life river in God's direction. Sometimes we are a river in flood hurrying on to some senseless damage; other times we are at peace with God and ourselves. Hopefully the latter dominates our lives.

Felicity Pickup said...

Well ... "Some times the River flows in another direction" sounds a whole lot better to a discombobulated soul than "shit happens."

And as far as "I hope that strikes you as a worthy spiritual observation, because it's what I have to offer today", well I've been chewing it over for a couple of days now and still pondering. Would reflecting on it replace, or coexist with, or follow after, my usual endless fussing (about how I might have reorganised the universe to avoid the setback or why I should try and cooperate with a god who doesn't manage the universe for my convenience and so on and so forth)?

Felicity Pickup said...

Oh! I meant to say thank you for fitting in your blogging between setbacks!

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