Drinking from the Fire Hose

it’s just 24 hours before 25 young men and women arrive for their 2 week excursion, i’ve been at our site for 2 days and what seems like 3 lifetimes since i got off my plane.  i keep having this vision of some kind of reality show where some guy named joe appears atop a high perch and announces loudly– 
turn on the hydraulic, max-suspension, state-of-the art, smoke ’em if you got ’em FIRE HOSE.  
Whoa nelly, and i think somewhere deep down inside…did i shave my legs for this????
  Before y’all get too nervous or worried for my actual sanity or anything like that…let me start (well start now) by saying, i think i’m all right…in the words of the Monty Python Players…”i’m not dead yet”.  i have to say in the past 2 days and 3 lifetimes i have thought many many times that if this were a year ago i might not be able to handle all this shit!!!  and now, today–it really doesn’t even smell like shit.  wow, life has handed me a completely new service project, a coordinator who missed his flight and won’t be here early to prepare, several in-country employees who suddenly don’t work here anymore and a lot of possible drama about the how’s and why’s of that, two women who are my absolute heart connections that i will be eternally grateful for becoming their friends who can’t welcome me into their home because of possible family trouble….these are just the highlights…and with every new rock that gets overturned i do this sort of …am i drowning yet test, when i realize i can still breath, i take a deep one and keep paddling.

funny thing here–i’ve got muscles i never knew i had…muscles of expansion and contraction, of living in some serious ebb and then finally stretching for the flow that are now flexing their apparent JIEnormous selves.  or it may be what they say about an adreniline rush…when stress hits in the biggest of way, our hormones kick in to help us cope.

so here’s the gratitude…i don’t feel stressed.  hmmm, lemme check, no, not yet anyway (and i don’t want to jinx myself because i’ve got some big weeks ahead of me) this brand new muscle i’ve discovered, i’ll call it the River Breather, nestled right between the lungs –adjacent to the diaphragm, this one has been building for nigh on many months now.   the gratitude comes from the recognition of the tiny and persistent moments when holding the breath teaches the River Breather to build a bigger capacity, when screaming at the top of my lungs teaches the River Breather how to call in all angels and guides possible for assistance, how praying with all of my heart teaches the River Breather that there is absolutely nothing it can do–powerless to aid me at all, it stops breathing altogether to allow the true higher power of all i surrender my ego and will to , to step in and administer CPR ….

ahh there it is, now i see it…i thought this was a fire hose and it is godly CPR…it’s all in the perspective isn’t it…and last month i was the one PRAYING RAIN wasn’t i?  silly wabbit!!!

chime in folks…how’s the month for you?  is the fecund, fertile and final month of summer summing itself up with any learning for you?