3 pm at the Oasis

I am frustrated. My old, trusty 3G iPhone is on the fritz, and getting a new one seems to be more money spent, dipping into what was supposed to be paying off my bills; but if I need a new phone, I need a new phone. The old one is now an iPod. Sam & Keith at the Apple store are like very kind Adams in the Garden of Eden, the oasis that place is inside a Mall that feels like a desert of wanting. With their help, I am navigating my fear of technology, finding and weaving the pieces together that I need for my journey back to school.

Earlier in the day, when my phone went on the fritz, I had hopped into the car and driven to the Apple store to make an appointment for my phone. Then I continued on to my first visit back with Dr. Flory, my chiropractor. He said I was releasing so much negative energy that he could feel it. I told him what happened when Khalsa Kaur released a 13 year old pocket of rage in my lower ribs and tricep. How I'd remembered my rage and pain at being yanked up in the air by my arm and ordered what to do by someone from my past. I told him about the beesting remanifesting, and how it brought up memories of being stung as a child by 43 bees. I told him how my ankle had appeared to sprain itself one morning two days ago...but the original injury seems to have been at Winter Solstice, walking to my car. I had wondered why I felt no pain then. I'm angry, yes. I'm anxious, yes. I am bitter. But I am also happy and grateful. How do these all coexist? And why, if as Dr. Flory says, he is used to this kind of energy release, does it seem to be such a big deal for him to witness it?

Sam & Keith are at the Apple store today, and between them, they ease my anxiety. Keith, particularly, does not seem just knowledgeable, but wise...and patient. And present. That's what it is...they are present, like Emily the massage therapist was before my chiropractic appointment. Dr. Flory and I are having an off day, and other people are present to bring us back.