i tell Cheryl, “If i had a daisy for every time i thought of you, i could walk through a field of daisies forever.”
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Seeing the small stuff
Author: jeff noel
Retired Disney Institute Keynote Speaker and Prolific Blogger. Five daily, differently-themed personal blogs (about life's 5 big choices) on five interconnected sites.
Doubtful, spirit
Doubtful my spirit will ever offer anything but cosmic love.
It hit me yesterday that if i never get to run again, i will accept it.
Love to run.
Grateful for six decades of it.
Last night the Universe reminded me of a story while i was thinking for the first time that odds are high running is over for me.
Universe: “jeff, remember when you went blind in your left eye a couple years ago?”
me: “Yes.”
Universe: “Same thing here.”
me, saying to myself: “If you never get to run again, you’ll be okay. You’ve had 60 years as a runner. Focus on what you’ve received, not what is missing. Nothing is missing. You are lucky to be alive. Enjoy every walking step you get to take. Walking is a huge blessing. Be amazingly grateful you can do that pain free.”
me, still talking to myself: “Thank you Universe (God, Creator, Energy, Cosmos, Light). i love you.”
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While in that tube
When i was in that MRI tube yesterday, was thinking about being a prisoner and being water boarded or tortured, not being able to move, not being able to see and not knowing how many minutes or hours i had left.
Religion offers a ‘parental’ relationship with the Universe. No one loves you more than your parents (let’s skip the obvious exceptions). And if your religion’s face is a person, when you desperately need to talk to someone in your very darkest, and perhaps last hours, you can see their face and feel their calming presence and wisdom.
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Can you still breathe?
Chris gave me ear plugs, and, headphones with loud but soothing music.
Why?
Because the enclosed MRI machine is loud during certain, regular points in the 45-minute process.
Chris asked me if i was claustrophobic and i said, “How do you mean?” And she said it’s a yes or no question. She said it in a nice way.
Was thinking about Glacier and if someone asked me, “Are you afraid of heights?”
The true answer is, “It depends.”
Chris asked if i was claustrophobic in an elevator and the easy answer was no… so we moved on with the procedure and i smiled.
Not gonna lie…it was not a normal experience.
That small ‘MRI’ tube and the way i was strapped in and asked not to move…mildly claustrophobic.
Turns out, over the course of 45 minutes, lying flat on my back, i have occasion to take some long, deep breaths.
This messes with the radiology images.
Chris asked, through the headphones and earplugs, if i could breathe shallower. At least that’s what i thought she said.
Between chronic nasal-inflammation from year-round allergies and the fact i’m strapped-in in a narrow tube, well, i took some long, slow deep breathes.
The film doesn’t appreciate this.
So i did my best to breathe shallow.
Not in my wheelhouse.
But concentrating on it made the time fly by.
Note: Using “i” way more than usual in recent months. Aware of it. Okay with it. But, “i” don’t like doing it, generally.
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Fire and Ash, spirit
To be able to drive four miles to Disney Springs, easily park, and walk to AMC Theaters…such a ‘small-town’ vibe.
But it’s a small-town vibe, in the number-one vacation destination in the world.
The world…
(Let that sink in)
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