A tugboat puling our ship around so it can leave the harbor in Halifax
Good Morning, God!
Oh my! Once again I am getting a lesson on the importance of BEING THERE. This is hard for my Mind to “remember” as my Mind still Dominates me . . . and my Mind treats my Body, Gut and Heart as Inferiors. Oh, foolish, foolish me.
Actually, God, Minds seem wired to judge others as inferiors. I see it in Class Conscious Cultures where “lower” classes or castes are seen as second or third class humans . . . and I am shaking my head. That misperception I can see.
My own failure to Value and Respect all parts of myself is taking me a very long time to see . . . and all of me is hollering to my Mind — “You STILL don’t understand!” True . . . but let me continue.
So,God, here we are —my wonderful husband Kit and I — at sea. We are on the Atlantic ocean going from Halifax, Nova Scotia, (a provence of Canada) to Eastport, Maine. Our seas are not that heavy. But, the crew has put covers over the dining room windows. And many of our shipmates are seasick.
Being here — AT SEA — has gotten the attention of ALL of ME. The waves, even more than the Halifax museum’s displays of famous shipwrecks, is making me AWARE of the power of the sea. The power of Mother Nature. The power of the elemental FORCES of Nature. We are in Your Hands, God!
Sigh. We are ALWAY in Your Hands. But, my Mind turns away from that fact. . . my Mind turns away from anything that might shake its sense of superiority or independence. I’m smiling, God — smiling ruefully. I’m AWARE of my Mind’s determined desire to lock out anything and anyone that would challenge its “superiority and dominance.”
Yes, God, I am aware. But, am I CHANGING? Ah, to do that I must connect myself to You — throughPrayer and Worship — to You, the Loving Tugboat!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
Certainly hope the seas calmed and you and Kit could have an anxiety (and nausea) free trip…with God’s help!