Indian Ocean Report
The Indian Ocean this morning is almost striated with waves. Its color is a light medium blue. Way towards the left, the sun sparkles on the water. Where the sky meets the ocean far in the distance, the sky is hazy white, hinting at rosy. Above the hazy color is a light baby blue sky with not a cloud in it. On the horizon line, there is a tanker perfectly centered and heading for the sun-sparkling waves on the left. Too beautiful!
Internet Connection Report
In contrast with the beauty and serenity of the Indian Ocean this morning, there is a Godwriter chewing her nails because the internet is not connected. I plug and unplug and do all the things I’ve learned to do to reinstate the internet to no avail. To add insult to injury, frequently, it keeps telling me I am connected when I am not!
Yesterday the internet was off in great stretches. Furthermore, yesterday, the electricity here was off, which, for that hour at least, explained why the internet wasn’t connected.
I’m glad the internet goes on when it goes on, yet the on and off, the uncertainty of it, the ambivalence of it, takes its toll on me. It’s like strobe lights flashing.
There is much work I can do unconnected to the internet, and I go for it, and yet I am unsettled.
Of course, I know not to take the interrupted service personally. On the other hand, I remember a client of mine, a programmer, who said this: “Whenever there is a bug in a program I’m working on, I find the bug in me, and the bug is resolved.”
What is the bug in me? Or what is bugging me? OR what am I on and off about? OR am I disconnected? OR is the internet the vehicle through which I am to learn non-attachment and equanimity?
I do know that in terms of life, interrupted internet service is a minor thing. I could well be thanking my lucky stars that this is the biggest hassle in my life.
Where is Heaven Admin?
He has been out of town as you know. Sometimes I think the internet only has to hear his voice, and the internet responds. He came back Friday and had to leave again yesterday. He is coming back today, thank You, God.
What God says
The other day when I asked God about how rough I feel when the internet is down, He kept repeating a refrain from a Heavenletter still unpublished:
Steady steady is the rudder of life. Steady steady is the rudder of life. Steady steady is the rudder of life.