The Walk-In Experience

Yes, this is a bit “off style” for me, and a bit more personal, but maybe this is what’s needed – to “lighten” up some!

No, this is not about woo woo. Relax! But then again, might the reality we’re experiencing these days be just a little too woo woo?

There is little more surreal (a.k.a. woo woo) than the waiting room at the walk-in clinic. Nonetheless, we decided this morning that it was time to just drop in to see what condition our condition was in. Even George admitted that we both ought to voluntarily walk in before they had to carry us in to a setting far more surreal – such as the inside of a hospital… (I’m trying hard not to say, “over my dead body”!) 

Neither of us has been significantly ill with contagion for literally decades, let alone something that seemed to rage on relentlessly, nor both at the same time. So this morning after 4 days of “this”, and the inability of herbs, mega doses of vitamins, rest, and medicinal teas to keep up with the challenge, we decided it was time to go for the big guns. A decision not lightly undertaken.

So there we were. People seated lined up against the walls. Everyone wearing a little yellow mask, including us – for what those were worth. Off came the masks as people sneezed, blew noses, threw the used tissues into their purses, went to the drinking fountain (!), put the mask back on, and then went back to consulting their “info-oracles” (Smart Phones and such.) Sans hand sanitizer… 

Ye gads, who disinfects this place after everyone leaves at night? No, don’t ask that.

No one was talking – except the two of us. It seems these days that the Rule of Silence must apply in the presence of the “iOracles”. We seemed so… loud! So after awhile we basically zipped the lip and… observed.

In my mind’s eye I’m picturing Salvador Dali as he renders a huge painting of this surreal scene. The masked sniffling people, with dark circles under their eyes, lined up in neat little chairs along the walls, staring down at their iOracles, entreating the info demiurge for dubious knowledge, as they peck away at their  electronic “devices” (no longer “just” cellphones). It seemed like either being onboard some sort of alien craft awaiting experimentation, or slipping across some nebulous boundary into an other-dimensional experience.

Dali? No! This one is mine.

The odd thing about this is that just noticing what was going on around me was a stimulant for my imagination, and that in itself began to make me feel better. There is a lot of healing that can take place through imagination, if you can just kind of roll with what’s in front of you. It pulls you out of what George like to call the “molly grubs”, which only exist in spaces of perceived limitation. There is also a sort of quirky humor in it. There’s art. There’s music and lyrics. There’s poetry. There’s a story. There may even be a lesson or two. If we just observe and imagine. 

And you miss all of it when your focus is ever on the iOracle!

No, I’m not making fun of anyone in that room or any other such facility. Hey, I was as sick as the next guy and even now writing this in the semi-recumbent position of my cozy bed. 

But life has often drawn me to the conclusion that you can always turn things upside down, sideways, or maybe even right side up, by just choosing to look at your surroundings in a different way, and especially view it all with a smile. Yes, oh by gosh by golly, in this time of mistletoe and holly, the humor is everywhere! Even in the most unlikely settings.

P.S. The rest of the experience, once we were taken into the exam room, was characterized by some really genuinely caring people! The Nurse and the Nurse Practitioner who cared for us were concerned and professional people, who managed to meld that with a gentle sense of humor. Look out, drab world! There are good folks everywhere – right along with humor and the imagination! And we are here to take you down, drab world – down the road to laughter and lightheartedness. So stand down and prepare to be boarded, as we make it so. Resistance is futile!

(Hey, this cough syrup must be some really great stuff… Chuckling.)

The question arises: might such small experimental experiences turned tail over teacups, by imagination and humor, be good practice runs for bigger drab world glitches up ahead – even to the point of de-energizing and dismantling the drab world entirely? As a friend of mine likes to say, that is ponderable.

I would only add this thought: “Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full.” (John 16:24) The question only remains, how often do we ask for Christ’s joy to be made manifest in situations where drab world seems to dominate?

Originally published on my website: http://www.yvonneblasycreativeinnovations.com/412370442/2383398/posting/the-walk-in-experience

tags: humor, lighthearted approaches, imagination, creativity, healing, fruit of the spirit

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