I woke up at 6 am and turned over to go back to sleep. I figured I'd get up in an hour. When I finally did wake up, I could hear the birds were making a racket, so I figured it must be around 7:30; it was 8:15. I jumped out of bed and took poor Elsa-dog for a walk. We made it up to the first fire hydrant. Had I gotten up earlier, it would have been a good day to make it to the third one.
It was right into the shower when I got home. While I was drying, I made my morning smoothie. I didn't have time to do my MELT. Paulette picked me up for church around 9:35. When we arrived, there was close to no one there. While more arrived, it was much less than usual. I sat at a safe distance from everyone else. That usually would not be possible. The cup of wine offered during the mass had been eliminated. I told Jean about this when she called later. She didn't understand why the communion wine might be a problem. I explained that everyone drank out of the same cup. Also, handshakes were eliminated, and holding hands during the recital of the Our Father. It can't be long before church services are canceled. We don't have any recorded incidents of the virus here on the Big Island, but then again, we have inadequate testing.
I know of a woman who had a cough and a fever and went to Urgent Care. They took a blood sample and sent her home. From what I understand, the virus test requires nose and throat samples, not blood samples.
When I got home from church, I noticed that my niece Karin had called from Seattle. I had sent her a text message a while ago asking how she and her family were doing. Yesterday, I sent her an email. It included the website of the cemetery where my father is buried. My sister, Karin's mother, has our mother's ashes in her house. I assume that my mom would like to be buried eventually in the mausoleum spot she picked out for my father and herself in 1956. I wanted Karin to have the information should anything happen to Dorothy and me. We are both on God's hit list.
Karin told me that her family was doing well. Her husband has been storing up on supplies since January, when he first heard about the virus. He got the message right away. I started stocking up in late February. My food supplies from Costco are on my last credit card bill. I still had time to buy toilet paper when there was plenty still available. A yoga buddy who works at Costco told me that today was going to be toilet paper day. They were getting a big shipment in and doling it out, one package per day per family. I had gone there the other day and found them out of vinegar. My friend picked up a two-gallon package for me.
During mass, I felt tired, as I often do. I always look forward to a nap after church. Today I wasn't tired because I used a visualization that Jen had taught in the workshop yesterday. It was so much more than sound healing. She gave a lot of information about the chakras and breathing exercises to help clean the body. As with all other unproven practices of this sort, including all religious faiths, I trust what comes my way and speaks to me, and I believe it can do no harm. That does not mean that I think all practices like this are free from harm, far from it. I know harm can come from religious practices of all sorts because harm has come from them when they are misused for purposes other than the best interests of the people who follow these practices, not to mention those who didn't. Our human minds can be so devious; we can convert what might be beneficial to something that can be harmful to others and even ourselves. I suppose you might say we alchemists. Of course, the opposite might also be true. There may be something designed to do harm, and someone figures out how to use it for good.
Jean called to report that she was okay.
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