I woke at 630. I’ve had 7 as my alarm for ever and am trying to move to 6 am in stages. Surgeons hours. We’ve been rising before the sun for over a 100,000 years, electricity being relatively inexpensive in the last decades. It’s the healthiest life schedule waking as close to dawn as possible. That’s what UBC Sleep Disorder clinic recommends. I tend toward going to bed at 10 to 11 and 7-8 hours sleep is sufficient. I have a Sleep Ap machine I could get back to using. It seemed my sleep improved especially after the nightmares reduced. Then there continue to be those wonderful Mediterranean meeting and the camping in the pines on the ridge meeting. I had one of those last night.
I shared that I had a dream of apologizing to some wife the morning after then realizing I don’t drink and haven’t for decades so this was a dream waking as I told myself that. So grateful not to have one of those hang overs. Life is good sober.
Now I’m up and having the first morning coffee. I did some Foundation exercise. Imagine a chiropractic or Masseuse AI. My inversion machine is in the storage locker. I’ve a work out room, pool and hot tub and I don’t use them enough. I am pretty good still at walking the dog despite the rains returning. He likes his sweater but doesn’t like his rain jacket. Too much fussing.
I really had a full weekend with having the Thor in maintenance and at day at the Traveland Office waiting readin and doing some work. I was so delighted at getting it home and set up. I fasted on Saturday and am pleased with myself . I didn’t do the purist orange juice and water but drank coffee and tea. I did errands. Laundry. I had my Saturday morning Cyberdocs meetings on line and enjoyed that. I did do a few hours of catching up with paper work for patients on the weekend. I’ve been struggling with the charts which were all stacked up when Royal Columbia closed and set to Docside in a batch. I have to scroll through some hundred pages of records to find the medications and even sort my notes from those of general practitioners. Once I see the patient the first time at Docside I reestablish lay out with diagnosis and medications. I miss having access to family history and social history up front . I’m a little concerned that I’ll miss the medical/surgical history which I used to keep on the front page. I’m populating that but reviewing the chart has to be done while I’m dealing with whatever the problem is today. A muddle. Thanks to the Docside and Royal Columbia staff and administration the last couple of weeks have been doable.
This week I’m looking forward to working and helping and participating as a cog in the great wheel of work. I have purpose and am serving. I’m fulfilling the oaths I’ve taken.
Sunday I was in West Canada Doctors in Recovery meeting and enjoyed the discussion of integrity and gratitude.
I miss Nathan and our discussion of reality and Buber’s I and Thou. I told my friends that in that duality they were a reflection of my Shadow and all the archetypes in the world of spirituality. There is only God and God to play divides himself. Then Jesus said where two or more are gathered in my name there too am I. So I’m either alone, alone with another or we are together in the trinity with Jesus. Jesus Christ means God within and God will come again. I shared that I’d just read We who wrestle with God by Jordan Peterson. Jacob wrestled with the angel all night and was called Israel in the morning. Israel means ‘we who wrestle with God’. I often say I play Peek a Boo with Jesus. Jesus comes as the stranger . I am either paranoid or reverent or just kind.
I’m mostly this year being ‘experiencing’. I shared that before sobriety I truly felt I knew God and then I even felt at times I understood Christ Consciousness but it was only in recovery I found Jesus. Here I was told God works through other’s hands.. It was then I stopped being thee fool and the hill and reengaged with other humans. I liked seeing Michael. I actually reached out to him and we message. I ‘d not done that before in Canada. I’m anxious about the authorities heee and the communism, the religion of aetheism. The death cult of MAID and a variety of other Neitzeian ‘ideas’ and intellectualism
I like to say I was told to ‘act like a doctor’ by an anxious man who was trying to my mind to ‘act like a lawyer or beaurocrat’. Meanwhile I’m trying to connect with my Shaman past. I finished reading the audio book. Primitive Mythology’s by Joseph Campbell. I enjoyed the book I read on genetics and the migrations. Now anthropology has been as excited as it did when I studied Minoan and Mycenaean cultures with Dr. Gold at University of Winnipeg.
Ancestor worship fascinated me in the Oxford University Anthropology Course Ritual and Religion in Prehistory. I really enjoyed that course and especially loved the Earth Mother goddess and the shaman of the cave paintings. There’s more found in Indonesia. The political world of power and war is not nearly so interesting to me as the world of healing and learning. Yet here I am thankful for my Thor Hurricane Motorhome and the Cave Painting T Shirt that I wore all weekend .
I like t shirt communication. My favourites are my Celtic cross , some of the Harley destination ones, my British Museum shaman one, the cave painting one now, Fountain of Youth Spa and Bombay Beach Cafee. I’ve always liked the IDAA tshirt and have a lot. I must consider culling t shirts. My NASA one is old worn stained and too tight. I may have to take pictures o make a collage of some sorts because they are a guy kind of souvenir collection . I like that my aunt collected spoons from her travels.
Yesterday I enjoyed the group then drove with Madigan to visit Laura. I picked up brunch , BLT’s at the Davie around the World cafe . Madigan loved the adventure especially when he got to see his favourites friend. He’s so full of beans with his hair cut. Laura had my Martin Backpacker guitar in her living room beside. It had the Aloha flight sticker from when I shipped it from Hawaii to Saipan. It was the travel guitar I had with me sailing across the Pacific. I brought her the 2/3 guitar I’d bought last month because it was bigger. A Cordova I believe. I am amused at the interest in music again. I was turned off when I had to get hearing aids and everything I heard seemed untrustworthy. I was affected by the deterioration. That guitar got me interested again and here was my old ship guitar. It needs new strings. I’ve been thinking of the Christian songs, As a deer panatest for the water , so my soul seekest after thee and Be Thou My Vision. I’ve the new little electric Traveller. On the way back from her place Istopped again at Long and McQuade and bought a bigger amp that the battery operated one I got initially fo the ‘Traveller’ electric. Now I’ve a Blackstar amp that has a healthy base and lots of knobs. I really am enjoying playing blues with that guitar and look forward to more fun with music.
So it’s been a good time. Today I’ve prayed that God guide me and show me the Way. I’ve a lump to take off Madigan’s knee and must find estimate and time. Laura is coming next weekend. This week is work. I have to follow up on Bellair Direct Travell insurance. Then there’s. The US dog travel on line form I’ll need to get. I asked Thaun to get Lauras travel insurance and I have the LA RV site and her plane tickets paid for. I even have our entry tickets to the LA county art museum. We’ll be having Christmas in LA. A bit like our New York Christmas Holiday.
Thank you Jesus. Thank you God. Thank you Holy Spiriut.
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