I am in Sacramento and woke up under a sprawling tree, the sun not yet peeking through. I decided to go to Starbucks and organize my day over a cup of coffee. I put the key in the ignition, turned it and was greeted with deafening silence. My hand automatically went to the headlights and turned them off–meaning, I had left them on all night. My battery was dead.
I weighed some options:
Walk to Starbucks?
Purchase a jumper box?
I decided to use my roadside assistance from Geico, which I have never done. I used the Geico app. It was a breeze. Within 5 minutes, my claim was filed and a mechanic was on his way—in an estimated 50 minutes. I decided this was a perfect opportunity to turn on Mr. Heater and meditate. Om Namah Shivaya style–which has been one of my favorite meditations, since college days.
Spending time in the ‘spirit gym‘ each day is an essential component of our well-being. Om Namah Shivaya, loosely translated means ‘O salutations to the auspicious one‘, or ‘universal consciousness is one’ and it’s a great way to greet the day.
Meditation and prayer, are different things. Meditation is clearing the mind, opening it to receive a Universal download of information–of hearing the Universe ‘talk’ to you; you have to be silent, calm and still and then hear the Universal Life Force. Meditation is that wonderful space, where you receive answers to questions, solutions to problems, visions of super creativity.
Prayer, on the other hand–is asking for something specific–and the more specific you are, the easier for the Universe to provide. They are complementary forces, and I personally do both.
When my meditation alarm went off, I received a text that the mechanic was 10 minutes away; and although this may seem like a small thing; that is the Universe giving me time to meditate, focus and set my day. The more we look and observe the blessings in our life, the more we realize how blessed our life is.
My roadside guy’s name was Derrick. He arrived, pulled out the jumper box, we fired Bubba up. Silence. Next, he pulled out the jumper cables. We fired Bubba up. Silence. We tried a couple more times. Silence. He said he was suspicious that it could be the alternator or the starter. He gave me ideas on how to get those things checked, etc…Being on the backside of my fuel line repair, I did not want to incur another expense. I asked Derrick to wait for a minute–then I prayed to the Universe. After a moment, I asked Derrick to try again. Bubba fired up like a champ. I had him sign my bus–and I was on my way to Starbucks.
The Starbucks on Power Inn Road, where I ended up; has an insanely busy drive-through; which I accidentally started to go through. I say ‘accidentally‘, as I changed my mind mid-way and got stuck in a cul-de-sac area at the drive-through–for the next four hours. I used that time to steal the internet and do some work online. Eventually, the parking guys showed up and helped me out of the space and, once again, we were on our way.
I navigated my way to Wal-Mart, where I planned to buy some batteries–and toilet paper, of all things. Wal-Mart is depressing on a good day. This was not a good day.
I have been living in my bus, since the 1st of March, and have been on an accidental- self-imposed quarantine. Although I know about the Corona Virus, I was unaware of the apocalyptic, frenzy surrounding it. I have been blissfully cushioned from social media amping up people’s fears. Obviously, I did not get toilet paper or batteries, because the shelves are empty.
My thought and this may be naive from my Bubba cocoon; but, use some common sense. If you’re gargling with bleach; well then, calm the f**ck down; if however, you are licking subway poles, perhaps don’t do that. Common sense goes a long way. I could easily be hit by a MUNI bus, but, I use common sense when crossing the street. Many people are online, advising me to wash my hands, and I appreciate the concern—but, I’ve always washed my hands. I read the CDC website, as it seems a little more balanced/objective. All this to say, Wal-Mart sucked.
I returned to my bus, with my newly purchased Gorilla Tape, in another attempt to attach my spoons. So far, museum putty, Velcro, hot glue, and Super Glue, have all failed; but, I have a lot of faith in Gorilla Tape. After working with my spoon collection, I read a book, listened to music, all from the Wal-Mart parking lot.
Soon, my best friend of over THREE decades came. She checked out Bubba. These are the moments, I live for.
Then, we went to dinner, enjoyed a bottle of wine, and reminisced about old times—many, that we had each forgotten in our lives. Our silly girly laughter filled the night air–it is so great to eat outside.
“A good friend is a connection to life — a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.” -Lois Wyse