Spiritual Sightings 3: Walking on Water

Promised Land Park, in PA, does exactly what it says it will do- it keeps its promise. We love running, biking and we swim in its lake during the warmer days. We recently spent a morning there with a couple of friends. The temperature was frigid but there was no snow on the ground. We grabbed the opportunity to take a run- there were only a few other people there.

We relished the quiet, the cold, and yes, the solitude. Times that I can let my guard down, relax, take deep breaths and enjoy nature, when I am happy to be in my skin. Having friends and loved ones to share these times with makes it all the more pleasurable.

On our way out we spotted a few men and child ice fishing. This is totally out of my realm of experience. I thought about the biblical views of Walking on Water. The connotation of this, for me, brings forth the concepts of trust, belief in something higher than myself and the ability to give over- knowing that I will be taken care of. These personal struggles usually go on inside of me- indicative of the old saying, “it’s an inside job.”  It’s nice to see the externals of what this means. I felt gratitude that I was able to see this process. Sometimes my fear will take me out of doing something that will be life changing. This is a simple reminder. One that I can refer to when I want to take a step in moving forward and my anxiety that I may fall short in an endeavor keeps me from trusting in that which I’ve placed my confidence. Thanks, ice fisher people!

Swimming with the Fishes

After insisting to anyone within earshot that “I wouldn’t ever in this lifetime,” I signed up for a triathlon sprint. While standing on the sidelines for a few of them, I realized that I didn’t have to be buff or a goddess. My running is at a good place. All I had to do was practice my almost non-existent biking skills and jump back into the pool after a very long dry hiatus.

Returning to the swimming pool at the Y, I engaged in the appearance of lap swimming. Practicing my breast stroke I found myself in the slow lane next to, how can I put this nicely? Slow people.  I fancy myself going into the medium lane where I’m sure not to gain on the person in front of me in two strokes. I knew that if I had the nerve to move lanes I probably wouldn’t see dangling legs going at a snail’s pace smack right in front of my goggles. But I don’t have the daring. Instead, sad to say, I sulked a bit, was impatient and more annoying to myself than the person in front of me. Glub, glub!

Keeping at my plan I’ve returned to the pool a few times a week. I know that occasionally some capped stranger will jump into the slow lane and suddenly it turns into a medium lane. Everyone is quite nice and we let each other go ahead if they’re a tad(pole) faster. The only person that didn’t smile at me was the lady who walks her dog each morning when I do. My yorkie-poo barks whenever her larger dog comes near. The lady crosses over a block in advance when she sees us coming. I’m still not sure how we recognized each other in the pool with our goggles and caps on but we still keep coming back.

Then my partner suggested we go to the free evening lap swim at the neighborhood city pool. The first night was wonderful. We met a friend there just by chance. The sunset was in full swing and it was magical. But last night was a struggle. Because it was a sweltering evening  everyone came out to swim. About five percent of the people in the slow lane were lap swimmers. The rest, well, again, what can I say? One guy swam almost underneath me. This evoked memories of being twelve years old but luckily he was a gentleman and kept his hands to himself. A very pregnant woman swam in the middle of the pool with her Styrofoam thingy keeping her afloat. The lane is divided in two, comers and goers. But what can you say when the Madonna goes for a swim? Then there was the leaping lady who insisted on going ahead of me. Every time I got near she leapt ahead. I kind of respected her frog-like action. The last I’ll mention was the woman who decided to jog in the water and pinned me between the mama-to-be and herself. Glub. Glub.

I stood at the end of the pool between two men who were also patiently awaiting their turns. I contemplated going to the medium lane but saw the people there were actually walking at that moment. There were so many of them that it looked as though they were standing in line at the bank. Taking a deep breath, I began speaking to the guy next to me. He told me that he’s actually a fencer healing up from a stress fracture of his thigh bone. Such an interesting guy! I loved that he noticed I was breathing on alternate sides during each of my timed third strokes- Great guy that he is! When I explained I’m training for the tri, another well-defined muscular gent on my right told me he, too, is training for the one I’ll be doing. He suggested I become a member of the Brooklyn Tri-Club. We shared thoughts and tips and I got happy! I’d become just one of many in this crazy school of fish!

I’m sure that in the ocean fish bump into each other, they stare at one another without blinking, and share anecdotes about what to do when the current goes the wrong way! I’m just a regular fish going about swimmingly with the other little fishes. I don’t have to be a shark ready to strike but I can be a dolphin, friendly, and living in a community. I hear dolphin skins are delicate. My skin is also thin and easily bruised, I must admit, too much of the time. Taking a lesson from them, I’ll learn how to live and thrive in a community. Jumping and diving, I’ll make happy sounds and make people smile. I’ll swim with all the others as we try to survive the challenging stuff. We can all live blissfully in the sea!

Got Fish?

Most mornings when I arrive at work I drop my bag in a drawer, turn on the computer and take a clear empty bowl to a nearby sink. After I fill it with clear water I bring it back to my office and set it on the short file cabinet. Every once in a while a client will ask me, “Hey, Doc, got fish?”

I’m a water woman. I’m made of about 60 percent of water, love to drink it, play in it and clear my energy with it. Not only do I deal with others’ watery emotions all day long, I also do my best to manage mine.  The bowl of water that sits on the cabinet does a lot for me and for anyone who sits in the room with me. Some would say it’s a feng shui thing. I’ve read that water can bring prosperity and wealth. The reason I use it is because it helps keep the energy in my room clear, picking up anything that really doesn’t belong in there, that will bring imbalance. One of my spiritual teachers told me that it brings negative ions into the room and that’s exactly what we want. Just think of the feeling in a room when a window is open and there is a gentle rain coming down outside. There is much spiritual activity that goes on during those times. We receive spiritual messages easily as the rain conducts and facilitates the exchange of energy.

Many times when I’m sitting with clients it’s important for me to determine whether they’re dealing with more of a spiritual issue than a mental health or emotional one. They are very similar in some ways. I take a glance at my water and allow my vision to soften and read the water and take in what it has to say. That’s called scrying. Sometimes I see images in the water and at other times the presence of tiny bubbles throughout the bowl tells me that I am dealing with a spiritual issue. I guess I can say that water helps with the diagnosing and treatment of the problem.

In any event, on the days I haven’t filled my small bowl with water I feel a distinct heaviness in the room. There’s a stagnant feel to the atmosphere and I just feel absolutely wiggly until I can leave and smudge myself properly. I owe the people who sit with me a clean and clear environment. They come for peace of mind and balance of spirit. There are many small ways that can help to make that happen and water just happens to be one of them. Whenever someone asks me whether there’s a fish somewhere in the bowl, I just smile and tell them that the bowl of water is to keep the energy in the room clear. That usually suffices.

Oh, and by the way, I am planning to add fish to my family of pets but these will be kept in their very own aquarium.