It's going to take time for me to sort out the profound events and changes that took place during our seven days in Kona, Hawaii--the time we spent with Braco and our experiences when he made the gazing. Little by little I'll record what I remember most strongly.
But . . . . I made a decision. I have some goals. One is to get completely healthy. But there are others. These goals all require miracles. This is a new day and I'm going to assist my brain my making new connections of light.
The little plane from Hawaii to Pheonix was : small, crowded and hard to rest in. Hard for me to get up and down with a side rail that wouldn't move. I had to lean on the chair in front of me to rise if I or someone else in our row wanted to use the rest room. Finally Luke and Maria (in our row) got up and I stood in the aisle trying to bring life back to my feet. I was holding on to the chair in front of me. Suddenly, with no warning, this little woman--who was traveling alone and crabby--started yelling at me. She accused me of shaking her chair and disturbing her. I tried to tell her that it was hard for me to get out of my little seat and that her chair was my only support. She wasn't having it and kept on being loud and ugly.
The old story was: a lot of bad feelings, words and meanness to this woman. The new story was different. I thought--wait a minute. Instead of wishing her . . . . hum . . . . . I would try to understand her position. She was trying to get a little rest and I kept pushing on her chair and disturbing her. So I understood and was able to let it go.
The plane landed more softly than I have ever experienced a plane landing. It was a miraculous. I didn't know it was possible to do a feather land in a heavy plane. Anyway I never experienced it before.
I got up and tried to open the overhead luggage thing and couldn't. The very mad lady reached up without looking and did it for me. I said thanks and wished her well along her way. New pathways of light among my trillions of brain cells.
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