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Bitten by Rattlesnake

A friend was bit by a rattlesnake back in the 1980s while hiking in the Arizona mountains where access to a phone for an emergency call would require hours of her friend’s fast hiking down the mountain. She would lie there for hours before the helicopter landed to take her to the hospital. 

Telling me about it many years later, she did not mention the pain, but instead described almost dreamily how she lay there alone on a slab of rock in the warm spring sun, facing death – and was overwhelmed by a sense of love.

She said she fell in love with the rock on which she lay.

What a wonderful way to go.


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Herb Cabinets

Had an impulse to organize my herb and tea cabinet today, which was overflowing and well-intentioned but badly neglected.

Coincidentally, I’m ready to hang the herb and tea cabinets I found used at the Habitat for Humanity store on walls in the utility building/greenhouse that came with this house I bought five years ago.

As I weed out this cabinet, I realize I’m thrilled to have the beginnings of an herb store in there soon – closing in on the realization of my years’ long vision of a food growing and processing operation here. A casual one, functional, not too demanding.

At my crowded herb cabinet in the house, I went through everything, removed duplicates and anything I wasn’t sure what it was (so certain was I at the time that I wouldn’t forget and that I would soon get a label on it, but years went by), next to carry them all into the greenhouse to put in those cabinets soon.

Also exciting, I can begin to use my extensive collection of saved jars of every size and type! And put pretty labels on them!

Meantime, what I have left in here at home, are arranged in categories of sleep/rest, daytime, daily health, and medicine.

Suddenly I realized the little nudges I was making to various jars to make their arrangement just a little bit prettier reminded me of a book I had read long ago about making alters throughout one’s house. And I realized that was what I was doing – creating a new altar to my health and healing.


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Meditation Amazement

I recently began practicing meditation again, hoping to be successful and dedicated for the first time.

Of course, maybe I’ve always been meditating, and I’m just stuck on some rigid idea of what it is.

In any case, I began again sitting with a series of meditation recordings a few days ago.

I didn’t in particular like any of them. But one of them grabbed my attention the next day – the one about relaxing every part of your body.

I used to do that in high school, when I studied dream interpretation, and wrote my senior research paper on dreams.

(It seems I was so relaxed than. But of course, I had few responsibilities other than schoolwork, which I loved. I enjoyed quiet privacy in my room for hours every afternoon. I practiced drawing and studied whatever caught my attention. I danced many hours a week. Nice memory.)

The other evening, instead of relaxing, my body, I paid attention to each part. They each felt nicely in the middle.) I felt skin tension, musculature, bones, blood flow, imagining lymph flow – and moving on to the next part of me.

I loved every toe. And the exercise felt so informative. Not boring at all.

Then my brain began generating essays that felt like a gift from my spiritual helpers, and off we went….

I did wonder whether I should reject those gifts in favor of the meditation practice, but I decided this is simply meditation in process.

As an experienceer, writer, documentarian, and activist, I recognize this is one form of Buddhist meditation I happened to read about recently: to be aware in whatever is your daily life.

My most recent teacher said to not get hung up on any particular expectation, because sometimes our helpers want something else for us. I agree.


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Spiritual Help

Spiritual Help can sometimes be amazing.

Years ago, I took my camping gear to a local state park and met two women friends for an astronomy presentation on a moonless night with a gathering of perhaps 50 people.

When it was over and we were back at camp, ready to climb into our tents and sleep, I decided I wanted a hit of cannabis, so I took a walk down the road toward the bathrooms.

Along the way, I thought it odd that someone had parked their car right next to the road, rather than in a campground spot, and because of my diverted attention, I didn’t see the restrooms right across the road.

When I came to a locked gate, I turned around and walked back. This time, I noticed the restroom building on the other side of the road from the unoccupied car, which explained why I had missed the building. What I didn’t realize was that that car was suspiciously out of place, and perhaps I should be concerned.

I trudged across thick gravel to the women’s room’s heavy, metal door. Inside, I locked the door and was about to unzip when I heard the men’s room door open on the other side of the building.

I immediately connected the car to the man in the room, and felt uneasy that I hadn’t heard a single noise until then and hadn’t expected anyone to be so near.

Instead of hearing footsteps crunch toward the car, I heard gravel crunch very slowly and carefully, first around the front corner toward the back, then across the back to the corner behind the women’s room door.

My brain had been trying to come up with some reason a person would behave like that, because… no way could this scary-movie scene be happening to me now in real life….

As the man took a step toward the front of the building, I knew very clearly this was real..

Suddenly, I felt courage, unlocked the door, and thought: by leaving sooner than the man was expecting, I would have the element of surprise….

But I also felt something else, I didn’t know what, but I knew I would have protection or guidance or … something.

I opened the door quickly and calmly walked through the gravel at an angle toward my friends and camp. I didn’t look back, but knew he was close. 

Twice before, when my life was in danger, I’d experienced either an angel warrior come in or a part of me that I don’t know come out, and I’d been able to do something I’d never consciously done before.

Once it had been some impressive martial arts, and the other time I’d grabbed a knife and was preparing to kill someone in self-defense with absolute confidence in what I was doing (though it wouldn’t be necessary). I wondered if something like that would happen again.

Instead, suddenly a vehicle in a camp spot on a hill I didn’t know was right there in the dark turned on its headlights and put us in a bright spotlight.

I continued my power walk calmly, at a pace for a lovely evening stroll, until I was far down the road, when I began a tiptoe jog back to camp.

Thank you, Amazing Helpers.