The Day
I walked into Greg’s Electronics today and surmised that the two people standing around the one guy sitting down were not customers. I entered the store and no one turned to see who entered. I thought it more than a little odd that a potential customer was not acknowledged.
I approached the counter of those who lack common courtesy and the guy seated finally greeted me, “Can I help you?” I assumed that was an invitation to state what I wanted, but no sooner had I begun, “I have an Android phone and.” then I was rudely interrupted, “We have nothing to do with phones, in fact, if you had read…” I took this opportunity to interject more forcefully than what I was being told, “Thank you, you have saved me lots of valuable time.” The guy had not stopped making his ridiculous point as I turned and marched out.
I walked out of Greg’s, soon to be out of business due to his shitty customer service, and up a few blocks and visited another store. I hadn’t planned on making another stop, but since my day was already off to a good start, why not share the joy.
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My wife and I are in the kitchen straightening up and I am trying my best not to stoop over while doing dishes. We have a dishwasher, but did you know, doing the dishes by hand is an age old practice of finding inner peace. If one cannot find inner peace, then their busy day gives pause. If the pause is elusive, then one at least has clean hands. I enjoy all three. I began this story yesterday, but today, when listening to Abraham Hicks while dishwashing, I heard that Dr. Wayne Dyer died three years ago from leukemia. Obviously, I do not keep track of the comings and goings of spiritual teachers or celebrities, but this news took me by surprise.
I equate positive message with eternal life. The previous sentence is an exaggeration, but today, I have discovered a small hitch and limitations to my view of life. It boils down to my being surprised that Wayne’s cause of death was not reported, as he died peacefully in his sleep. Why I am having difficulty with the concept of death occurring in any way to someone who for all I know earnestly helped others. Does it matter how someone dies? It does matter, and I need to explore why it matters to me.
My history exerts a strong influence. My father died of heart disease and its complications and my mother died from dementia. I equate death with long term suffering. On a more basic level, life long hardship leads to suffering a miserable death. My experience and my belief are at odds. This understanding is critical to my process of self exploration. I become less of a mystery to me while inversely discovering greater mysteries in life.
What will unfold tomorrow?
Jeff Bailey © 2018
