Fast forward

impact: striking of one against another; forceful contact, collision; influence; the force exerted by a new idea, concept or ideology.

Some times people and things in life have more of an impact than we realize.
I learned that the hard way this past week when I was up in Chico looking for a house to rent.

Someone from the church was kindly driving me around rental neighborhoods, and regrettably, she ran her car into the truck in front of us at a stop sign. Blessedly and gratefully, we both walked away from the accident in one piece (cannot say the same for her Volvo which bore the brunt for us). This was a literal impact of the physical kind and I also used it as a tool to investigate where else in my life I was experiencing something so attention-getting.

What is that you say? Moving to a new city hundreds of miles away and taking on a job as as the new pastor at a church might be impactful in and of itself???
Aw c'mon-- been there, done that.

When I shared my 'story' with a practitioner friend, she said she was sorry that I had collided with my New Good. I laughed because what I had done was just that. Hearing her description, I decided to slow down and instead, start enjoying the process and the view. Methinks I have been pushing just a wee bit too hard to hustle to get things done and wrapped up here in San Diego. It was an annoying distraction yes, but I have let it remind me about surrendering control; letting God's time be enough time for everything necessary to make this move; and a reminder to not tailgate when next I am the driver.

Yes, I am having a bunch of the standard physical complaints I am told one experiences from this kind of collision not only I am going to see my chiropractor for treatment, I have Spiritual Mind Treatment working for me, too. Moving right along....

Undaunted, I found a wonderful house in Chico that afternoon and our new landlady and I are serendipitously connected. And I also just returned from a second trip north (all in less than one week, I might add) where I met many of my new Religious Science International colleagues during their week-long, pre-Asilomar, Intensive Orientation for new and affiliating ministers. The folks I met are wonderful people who warmly welcomed me into the RSI community and offered their support and blessings on my new ministry in Chico.

My frequent travel has really given me a chance for some serious people watching and has given me a different perspective of my own self-awareness and judgment. Hanging out at the airport is quite a display of diversity and creativity--not to mention, great opportunities for patience and tolerance on many levels. While waiting, I wrote an entire essay on the vagaries of travel -- particularly in the light of heightened airport security measures -- how different the public restrooms can be from city to city, why some stewards dispense two packets of peanuts and some only one; and other non-sequitirs. I have gotten much better at how to pack and how to remove my shoes and other belongings before passing through the TSA human x-ray machine.

Especially when travelling alone, it has become much easier to check my baggage so that I don't have to find Lilliputian-size bottles for my cosmetics and sundries that will somehow miraculously fit in a one quart-size Zip-Loc baggie in my carry on tote. And at least for now, the airlines give you a baggie for free if you need one.
(Note to self: buy stock in Zip-Loc).

So now that I am back in San Diego, I am going to pay attention to the journey and not just the destination that awaits in Chico.

"Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.

Ba da, Ba da, Ba da, Ba da...Feelin' Groovy.

Hello lamp-post,
What cha knowin'?
I've come to watch your flowers growin'.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo,
Feelin' groovy.

I've got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you,
All is groovy."
("59th Street Bridge Song", by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel


Susannah said…
I am glad to hear you are all in one piece and as usual am truly inspired by your ability to turn *everything* into an opportunity to connect with God. One of the many things I will miss about you ... although if you keep up your blog I will always be just a click away from your wisdom, right?

PS - Thanks for the earworm! :-)

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